Jackson stares at me for a second and then nods even as he growls, pressing a last kiss to my cheek before standing up and striding, of all places, towards his dresser.
Frantic to make the noise stop – honestly, the way Luca’s shouting my name and slamming himself against the door, I think he’s actually trying to knock it down – I roll off the bed too and scurry for the door.
“Ariel, I swear to god, if you don’t open this door and get your ass out here –“
I’m almost there, my eyes on the handle, but Jackson grabs my arm as I go.
“Jacks!” I gasp, staring up at him, not knowing why he’s stopped me.
“It’s my room, Ariel,” Jackson bites out, holding out the gigantic t-shirt and pair of pajama pants to me. I stare at them for a second before I realize what he means – that I should, obviou
