The knock on the door jolted him awake. What the hell time was it? He turned his head to glance at the clock on his nightstand. It screamed 2:32 in bright blue as he made plans to kill whoever was at the door. Jensen looked at Kes, but she was sleeping peacefully right where she should be, in his bed. He smiled to himself as he slipped out from under the sheets, not bothering to cover up.
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