Disclaimer: I do not own Jane and the Dragon

A/N: Takes place after Mismatched


Jane couldn't sleep.

It was an hour shy of midnight and the warm breeze was becoming icy on the stone platform above her bedroom. Jane sat pensive on the roof, feet hanging over the edge, eyes cast to the distant line that marked the horizon. The moon was at her face, and it cast her shadow into a long slanted streak behind her.

Jane closed her eyes, inhaling the cold air. She was thinking about him again.

It'd been a few weeks since the misunderstanding about her relationship with Gunther, and for some unfamiliar reason, she couldn't help but think about him. Like a delicate strand of silk, he'd wove into the crevices of her mind and sparked this foreign yet familiar feeling deep within her. A burning feeling of desire that appeared to grow a little more each time. And it wasn't going away. It'd settled over her. And although he irritated her with his arrogance and his spiteful little insults, she couldn't help but look forward to their daily sparing sessions and the occasional banter that followed.

"Still awake?"

Jane twisted her head so she could see the person behind her.

It was Gunther.