Trust had not been easy to come by for the last few centuries of Jinn's life. A few months in this place, however, with no one to tug his leash and, miracle of miracles, he found himself open to new experiences.
He blamed the hotel and its ghosts.
He blamed people like Audrey.
With a callused fingertip, Jinn tilted her chin up and kissed her properly. He trusted she would set the boundaries she needed to set, as long as she trusted him to heed her.