Jackson's pov
Warm light shined in through the window. It made the room, and the white bedsheets it shined around look clean.
I sat up stretching my arms widely. Every muscle in my body tightened and then fell at ease.
A content smile spread across my face as I turned my tired head to look at the person who lay next to me.
The light that I was fascinated with only moments ago had now fixed itself on a sleeping Mark, who laid peacefully by my side.
He was sleeping on his back, like he always did, one arm was draped able his head the other stretched out to his side closest to me. I extended my timid arm, and took his think fingers into mine, placing a small kiss on the back of his hand, before I studied him again.
The way his arms were laid, it stretched out his lean torso and seemed to elongate him. The right side of his face was pressed against his pillow. His face was covered in the discolouration of sleep, that strange warm red colour. The way he shut his eyes didn't cause the structure his face to tighten like it did to some. It lay completely relaxed and lovely.
His pink lips hung open and he breathing softly through them. They were still swollen and their colour was more vibrant again this pale skin and the sea of white he was drowning in. The thick comforter was half folded down and exposing his bare chest, and the sheets he laid on top of were crumpled and tangled into him.
They told their own kind of story, the sheets.
Sometimes they shared events, like a fight, because of the the way they were strewn about. Sometimes they shared what Mark had for lunch that day because no matter how many times I tell him not to eat in the bed he still decided he wanted to. Sometimes they told how much I was truly in love with Mark because of the shield they places around us when we were wrapped in them.
Currently they were wrinkled and a little messy. One layer was on the ground, and they rest were sloppily thrown across sleeping bodies.
I leaned over to Mark who's light brown hair softly covered his forehead. I moved it aside with my fingertips and just took him all in: His fair skin, and his draping hair and his angelic demeanour, even asleep. As my fingers brushed across his forehead, he stirred.
"Hm, good morning." he said smiling, his eyes still closed.
"Good morning." I said. "I like your morning voice."
"Hm. I sound funny." He responded sleepily, sounding insecure, but completely comfortable with me.
"Well I like it."
Mark smiled again, folding the covers down in the process. "Jackson go back to sleep." He asked. I sat stubbornly. He continued to beg, jutting his lower lip, finally opening his eyes. "Please baby?"
I rolled my eyes, unable to ignore him when he was acting like this. I slid myself back under the covers and hugged Mark.
Body heat radiated off of him. All I could think of was the closeness of him to me. My chest was pressed against his, my thighs ,again, against him, and I now had my arms wrapped around his small frame. He was mine and I was his, tangled in the sheets. That's all I could ask for.
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I am seriously sorry for not updating this story for so long.
I tried to make this one extra cute to make up for it. Sorry it's so short.
