Ryan
When I wake up and see Jackson’s ugly mug grinning down at me, I wish I had never opened my eyes to begin with. Everything hurts, and the worst part is that I have a feeling my roommate is the one who carried me back home after that vicious fight I had against my own mother.
I sigh heavily. “Don’t tell me you were the one that carried me home. I don’t think my pride can handle it.”
Jackson chuckles. “I wish it were, but no...the one who carried you is the same snoring little thing glued to your side.”
My eyes travel to the slight weight on top of me, and I’m surprised to see Sally’s dark, tousled hair spread over my naked chest. She has one leg draped over my waist, and I have to fight a chuckle at how tight she is holding me. Her fingers are digging into my skin with such determi
