When I wake up the next morning – or, at least, I think it’s morning – it’s not like this weird mountainous hospital room has windows – I smile, because I smell Jackson.
But then I frown, rubbing at my eyes, because…
I mean, I took a shower. His scent wouldn’t be all over me anymore, so why…
But then, when I follow my nose and peer over the side of my bed, I burst into a smile because I have my answer.
Jackson’s laying there, on a way-too-small mattress of all things, dead asleep. I grin, looking at him, wondering how the hell he got here and why he’s not back at the Academy yet, but…
Well, also, I just look at him. Because he’s so damn handsome, even with his mouth hanging open and his arm splayed out to the side, and so incredibly precious to me, even though we’ve only been bonded f
