I woke up alone and comfortable. It was a foreign sensation. I was well accustomed to waking up alone of course, but it was never in comfort. It was always on a day that I needed to heal from rough ministrations. But waking up in comfort and being alone was new. No body pressed against mine with dull sweat smells. No being woken by someone else’s s****l desires. I couldn’t help but smile.
I turned over and peeked over the side of the bed. True to his word Jacob had made a pallet on the floor and had slept there. He must have switched us out at some point. I distinctly remember arguing with him that I was used to the floor and I’d sleep there. I must have been exhausted if he had been able to move me with so much ease. I was usually a light sleeper.
Jacob was sprawled out with one arm ov
