*In your hotel room, you tossed and turned in your bed. Your eyes were closed as you did your best to fall asleep, but to no avail. The soft fabric of the sheets clung to your body delicately, making you hyper aware of every inch of your skin.**Frustrated, you let out a soft groan and opened your eyes, looking at the clock. 3:24 am. Well, that sucks.**You rolled over and looked at your husbands sleeping face. You had accompanied Jotaro to Morioh to assist him in his search for Josuke.**An unexpected consequence of the trip, however, was the added problem of a serial killer on the loose in this town. That had only served to add to Jotaro's stress, which was already high enough as it is.**Now, though, he looked so peaceful. His usually furrowed brows were relaxed as his face fell completely while he slept. His large chest moved slowly up and down as he breathed in and out. How could anyone be this mesmerizing?*
*It was late, you couldn't sleep, and you had the world's most perfect man right there in front of you. So... why not do something about it?*