5
Emma
I roll over in my bed, frowning when I hit something hard and pointy. My eyes open a crack, and I see shirtless Jameson mere inches from my face. I ran into his elbow, apparently.
Oh, s**t.
My mouth goes dry as I take him in. His rakish dark hair, his broad brow and proud nose. His eyes are closed, but I take the time to appreciate his dark eyelashes, resting on his cheeks. And his cheekbones… I never knew that men had cheekbones that were so… enviable. Even covered in stubble, they are friggin dreamy.
Then I noticed them on Jameson, and I haven’t been able to un-notice them. I swallow hard. He’s just so… big. And so…
Unf. I hear that noise in my head every time he gets a heavy box down from a shelf. Just… unf.
I look down further, to his strong shoulders, his incredible arms
