I woke up once again in Jack's arms. It felt pretty darn good to have him hold me through the night, his heart beating beneath my ear. What didn't feel good was the crick in my neck, the pain in my hip from being wedged into the couch in an uncomfortable position. We were tangled together, arms and legs intertwined, buried beneath the thick down comforter. We fell asleep watching a bad movie on TV, deciding it was safer to stay away from the guest bedroom. Even if he wasn't leaving in the morning, he was still leaving. Jack admitted he had no willpower if there was a bed involved and my own willpower wasn't strong enough to fend him off.
The more I learned about Jack, the more I was intrigued. He'd been through so much in life: abandonment, rejection and most recently, deceit. Deep down,
