The next morning when I woke up the sun was just starting to rise and I was lying on my side and Jackson was asleep next to me with his arm wrapped around me. I didn't want to get up. I felt too comfortable in his arms to want it to end. So I just stayed there looking out the window and reveling in the feeling that I had never felt before.
It was at least another hour before Jackson started to stir and I rolled over to face him and I was lying on his arm but he still had his eyes closed when he leaned forward and kissed my nose.
"You faker." I say.
"Not faking. Just not wanting to get up." He says smirking.
"I know the feeling. Can't we stay in bed all day?" I asked.
"I wish I could. But I'll be needed soon. And we don't want anyone to see me coming out of your room." He says.
