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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