It was one of those off nights when Jasper Creed wasn’t out partying or drinking or flirting. No, he had decided to take a night off his usual routine and stay at home. He had planned a long night of drinking wine by a fireplace and reading. He hadn’t read a book in months and it felt odd to him. So he had forgone the bars and the dance clubs and curled up in an arm chair to read a book that one of his many flings had given to him. Jasper wasn’t even sure of the title at this point - he had only just sat down. The arm chair had been pulled up right in front of the fire; his house had a slight draft to it in the winter time. He’d been meaning to get that checked out, but got too distracted to remember it most of the time. The book was in his lap, the wine was in his hand, and he was quite comfortable. He was ready to relax.