Rosalie
Sleeping in Jack's room the past two nights has been utter bliss. I haven't slept so well in years. I felt safe, protected, and honestly loved. I don't think anyone has ever made me feel this way. The way he nuzzles into my neck and hair gives me chills every time. It was almost like he was purring against my skin, and giggling and laughing were my only responses.
I should think of myself being a slut, knowing the guy for only a week or so and sleeping in his bed. That's just what we were doing, though, sleeping. There wasn't anything else except the steamy make-out session this morning. Things I keep feeling with him are so abnormal and not part of who I am. I shy away from people, I am stand-offish, but it isn't like that with him. Jack knowing my past also helps, but it was mo
