Sophia hoped that she hadn’t woken him up my sneaking into his room at the ungodly hour, but was instantly relieved upon hearing his response. Knowing that he hadn’t been to sleep as well, made her feel better about barging in. The brunette closed the door behind her as she sauntered over to the end of the bed, thinking about her next move before she actually made it. What if she made the wrong impression or caused him to build up another wall after she’d worked to break one down? Without asking for approval, she sat down near the foot of his bed in the indian style of criss-crossing one’s legs. Silence took over as her eyes scanned the room, it was definitely different from the guest room she had been staying in. Even though she knew where he was getting all the money from, it still amazed her to see someone so young being able to support themselves and live so nicely. “Hi.’ Sophia finally spoke with a soft smile.
He watched– as his eyes adjusted to the darkness– her small paces to his bed. Jasper sat there, following her every move, eyebrows raising with complete interest. He never would have imagined her to arrive this late, especially at such risks with his housemaid. Still, he loved at least the diminutive amount of freedom she allowed herself to have. Jasper moved the covers from the empty side beside him, and patted it softly, the universal sign for the silent words: lay with me. There was no practical way that he would ever say such words out loud– so he preferred to speak in gestures and motions. “Hey.” He whispered, a light smile leaving his lips. Perhaps it was the fact that she had bought him cigarettes, or maybe it was because he hadn’t really received this much attention since he had been fifteen years old, living with his parents. Either way, he really liked her, and hoped Lupe or anyone else would not get in the way of that.