Jason does, but only to the edge of the bed. She looks so goddamn adorable, skin so soft where her shirt's rucked up. Jason wants to bury his face there and never look up again, and he can't. And if this goes poorly, he'll never be able to ever again.

His heart leaps in his chest, miserable and sore, and Jason wets his lips. "Lux, um. Wake up, okay? I need to tell you something."