“Oh, Lord.” I dropped to my knees, grabbing his hand in mine. “Please, tell me this is not a figment of my imagination and you really are awake. I’m too much of a snowflake for crushing disappointment.” A gruff chuckle rumbled his chest. He attempted to curl his fingers in mine. “It’s not your overactive imagination.” Behind me, Senior strode toward the bed. “Son.” Romeo didn’t even look up from my face when he said, “Senior? Jasper? Get the fuck out. Now.”
