𝑀𝐴𝐺𝑀𝐴 | 𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝟐𝟎 | 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

・𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄・

𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 the screen faded to black and the credits started rolling, Jaime swiped out of Netflix. His tired eyes flicked to the top of the screen to see that it was only a few minutes until eleven.

He sighed and pushed his head further back into his pillow. Tomorrow's shift started at nine, so he should get to sleep sometime soon.

He closed his eyes. And almost immediately, a picture of this morning popped into his head.

What a pleasant surprise it was to wake up with Reina cuddled into his arms. What a terrible surprise it was to see his entire family cooing over them.

Milagro had sent him the photos she had snapped—her way of teasing him, he supposed. He liked them, though. All he ever wanted was summarized onto his screen. He would never tell her that.

But how did Reina feel about it? That was the big question that had been pestering him all day. She said everything was fine, but was it? If Reina didn't feel the same way about him that he did her—and he was pretty sure that was true—then the morning was definitely the opposite experience for her.

Despite her saying that it was unrelated, he couldn't help but feel that Reina going to a friend's house that night wasn't a coincidence. What if she just felt awkward and didn't want to be around him? What if she was just completely freaked out?

No, that's not true, he chided, though he wasn't doing a good job of convincing himself. Reina wouldn't lie about that—she probably made those plans way before, just like she told him.

Still, he couldn't shake that uneasy feeling.

There was no point in stressing over it. All that would do was lead him down a spiral, and that was something he wanted to avoid.

He plugged his phone in and pulled his blanket over him. He shut his eyes.

Even after ten minutes and a hundred counted sheep, he was still awake. This normally wasn't a problem for him—but then again, normally, he wasn't being bugged by the feeling he had just ruined things with Reina.

He slowly sat himself up. His eyes drifted over to his phone, and he pondered for a moment whether or not he should call her. She was probably busy with her friend, so he shouldn't. Besides, if she really was unhappy with him, should he be bothering her?

But . . . if she was okay with him, she wouldn't mind saying goodnight, at least, right?

His hand had already unplugged his phone before he realized it. He sat back against his headboard as he called her. He held his breath as it rang.

Ring.

Maybe he should hang up. What if she picked up, yelling at him that she needed space? He definitely wouldn't be able to sleep, then.

Ring.

He had already done enough last night, all but barging in on her crying and then—for all he knew—making her uncomfortable.

Ring.

There was a reason why she dashed out right after they woke up, and why she couldn't even spend two seconds in the house with him before leaving again, right? He should just—

"Hello?"

Just the fact that she had picked up made him sigh in relief. "Hey, Rein. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, you're good. What's up?"

"I . . ." He licked his lips. "Okay, this might sound stupid, but I've just gotten so used to saying goodnight to you every night that it felt weird not to. So . . . goodnight."