John pressed a gentle kiss on Kayla's forehead, holding her before releasing her from his grasp.

As he turned off the lamplight and shut the door behind himself, Kayla found herself smiling from the contact John had given her.

She wasn't used to it, which was strange.

But she liked the fact he wasn't cruel.

You're my mess.

His words floated through her head until she fell asleep in a queen-sized bed, with a smile woven upon her face.