*Jason's pov.*
I pull out the keys from my jeans pocket and unlock the front door. Instantly the scent of marbled floor fills my nostrils indicating I've arrived at home. I turn on the lights in the foyer before stepping further inside the house and throwing the keys on the small wooden desk standing in the middle of the room.
»Last shipment is done and we're finally home!«, I hear her voice say as she follows me inside.
The door closes and I make my way to the living room. I sigh relieved when I throw the duffle bag, which was hanging around my shoulder, on the couch. As quickly as possible I walk towards the kitchen, open the fridge and take out a beer.
»Jason, I'll be upstairs if you need anything!«, she shouts loud enough for me to hear it.
»Okay!«, I respond slowly walking back into the living room.
I've opened the bottle of alcohol and have already taken a few sips of the cold liquor. As I examine the place I drink some more of the beer and enjoy the way it rushes down my throat.
Y/n and I have been away from home for an entire week. We've been sleeping in hotel rooms and eating in cheap diners. At least we made some money while we were on the road.
It feels incredibly good to be back home and be able to sleep in my own bed after spending seven exhausting days in several different hotels. I take another sip from the bottle and move towards the foyer. My eyes behold of the entrance hall and I'm glad to see everything in its place.
Only then I catch sight of some white headphones laying on the counter next to the door. I put the beer on the table beside me and grab the headphones. Y/n must've left them here and forgot about them. I walk up the stairs and approach her room. The door is wide open which is why I step inside without asking for permission first.
»Y/n, I got your head-...«, I start to tell her, but pause for a second when I see her body laying on the bed,»phones.«
Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted and both of her hands are below one of the pillows. It seems like she just put down her duffle bag, laid down on the mattress and instantly fell asleep. Quietly I approach the bed and first put down the headphones on the nightstand before carefully grabbing the blanket and covering her body with it.
A small smile forms on my lips as I watch her breath calmly. She must've been completely worn out. I yawn lightly feeling very tired as well. But as I want to leave the room I catch sight of her open laptop on her desk. I turn my head towards Y/n making sure she is fast asleep before sitting down on the chair in front of the laptop.
When I press one of the letters on the keyboard the screen lights up and I groan annoyed since I need to type in a password. My eyes travel around the room trying to find anything that could give me a hint.
»Maybe it's her birthday«, I whisper to myself typing in the numbers.
I almost let out a triumphant scream when the password works.
»Seriously, Y/n? Your birthday?«, I chuckle quietly.
Only in that moment I notice a file which is called "diary" on the display. I frown and feel my heart beat faster when I realize the discovery I just made. Y/n was still very much asleep when I chose to click open the file. I know I shouldn't violate her privacy by reading her personal diary, but I couldn't tame my curiosity.
»You will go through only one page, Jason!«, I tell myself and begin to read her last entry.
Dear diary,
I'm currently sitting on a small bed in a rather deserted hotel. It's very isolated from the city, but it keeps us safe while we do our job. Jason is in the shower right now and I can't help, but imagine how it would be like if I'd walk into the bathroom and join him. God, I'm crazy! I've been having a crush on this guy ever since I met him one year ago and I still can't confess my feelings to him. It's getting harder and harder to pretend like I haven't totally fallen in love with him. I wish he'd feel the same for me, but it seems like he only sees me as a partner. Whatever, maybe the feelings will fade away eventually...at least I hope so.
