Lounging in between Jake's legs on the huge sofa in the family room feels amazing after the events of the day before, my head against his chest as he concentrates on a document in his hand and strokes my hair and neck with the other. I'm attempting to read a book, but the sheer blissfulness of our morning has me daydreaming idly instead. Every so often he plants a kiss on top of my head before turning his papers and silently focusing back on work; he's reading through contracts for something I've no idea about.
When did this happen? When did I become so disconnected from the business side that I don't even know what Jake's reading through anymore?
I realize it doesn't bother me at all, I like laying here detached from work while he still keeps tabs on things going on in his empire. I'm i
