A/N: this one is a part of the 67 days storyline from "things you said when you were drunk"

things you said at 1 am

They'd arrived back at her apartment just after one in the morning. The long drive had broken the awkward tension and had led to a first kiss. The entire evening felt surreal to Jaz. Having Dalton around wasn't something she planned on. She thought she wouldn't see him for at least 3 months, but here they were coming back from a date. A date. She'd never let herself believe it would actually happen.

And now it had.

She closed and locked her apartment door behind them. "Coffee?" She asked.

He nodded. She felt his eyes on her, the entire walk. She disappeared into her kitchen and then a moment later Dalton followed her slowly. He was watching her every move. She knew it.

"Jaz," he said quietly as he leaned on the counter next to her.

"Hm?" She didn't look at him, just continued scooping grounds into a coffee filter.

"Do you remember when we changed?" He asked thoughtfully. "Was there one moment when something shifted between us for you?"

Her hand stilled with one last scoop hanging over the filter and she met his gaze with a furrowed brow as she considered his question. Her face softened and she chuckled. "No, I can't pin point exactly when it happened," she answered honestly. "I just realized one day that you probably meant a little too much to me. But I feel like that might be for the best because it means it wasn't just one singular moment. It was all the little moments that added up over time."

She dropped the last scoop of grounds into the filter and set it up to brew. Once her hands were free he took one of them in his and then wrapped his other arm around her waist, almost as if he couldn't help himself. "What about you?" Jaz asked as she placed her free hand on his shoulder.

She smirked a little when she realized they looked as though they were dancing.

He lifted one shoulder carelessly and then gave her a lopsided grin. "First time I saw you in action with the team."

She blinked at him in surprise. "Wait, what? Since the first mission? That long?"

He chuckled at her reaction and nodded. "Didn't realize it then, but looking back that was definitely the moment. Never thought I'd actually do anything about it though."

"Yeah, that caught us both off guard," Jaz said with a light laugh. "I'm glad you came to see me, Adam."

"Me too," he said with a warm smile. "There you go using my first name again."

She grinned at him knowingly. "You gonna kiss me again?"

His answer came a moment later when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He released her hand to wrap both of his arms around her wait. One of her arms went around his neck and the other was tucked between them. This kiss was soft and tender and not at all like any kiss Jaz had experienced before. Of course, she usually dated musicians and jackasses. And once a Navy Seal. Not that Dalton, or Preach for that matter, ever needed to know that.

Dalton wasn't a musician, a jackass, or a Navy Seal so of course this kiss would be so full of emotion and so completely different. Because Dalton was different. He was important to her in every way possible. She brought the hand that was tucked between them up to his face and caressed his cheek. She could feel the texture of his beard beneath her fingers and it reinforced how real this moment actually was.

It was at that moment, just past one in the morning, that Jaz realized just how close to falling she actually was. Damn, she was in big trouble. If she was this close now, where would she be at the end of 67, now 66, days?