Jasper reached blindly for me, and I crawled over, letting him cling to me like a magnet, his nose searching out the spot below my chin. I held him there, cradling him by a fistful of his minty hair. “I’m going to be sick tomorrow,” he murmured incoherently, gentle snores chasing the end of his statement. “Don’t worry,” I whispered into his wispy curls. “I’ll take care of you.” I would do anything for you.
