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Waking up against what you were assuming was Jacks hard chest, you rolled over and rubbed your eyes. You saw Jack sleeping with his mouth slightly parted; that was adorable. Checking your phone, you saw you had five missed calls from Joe and two from Caspar. Oh shiii. Texting Joe back before he goes mental, Jack rolled over and his eyes slowly opened.

"Morning beautiful," he spoke, his morning voice was deep and sexy. His eyelashes fluttered slowly, seeing you with your phone in your hand made him frown, my his grip around you still remained tight. Rolling back over to him, you snuggled back into his side, sharing the warmth. You could feel Jack's breath on your bare shoulder from where your shirt slipped down, sending goosebumps down your arm.

Grinning up at him, he booped your nose and you both lay there chuckling. Suddenly, the door burst open and a happy looking Conor stood at the door. Pulling the covers over your head, you looked under the dimly lit blankets to see yours and Jack's legs all tangled up.

"Can you not barge in next time? Something else could be happening!" Jack and Conor laughed as you popped your head out of the covers, an annoyed look on your face.

"You wouldn't want to walk in on that, would you?" You smirked evilly. Conor's eyes squeezed shut and he shook his head, pretending to cry.

"Just wanted to make sure your both alive," he winked. Jack rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at him before he shut the door.

"God, he's such a sexual jerk!" You whined. Jack laughed and kissed your cheek before rolling himself out of bed and strolling into the bathroom. His bed was so comfy, comfy enough to live in forever and only leave to collect food and laptop chargers.

"Oh so you wanna live with me in my bed, eh?" Jack smirked, running a hand through his hair before crawling back into bed. I didn't say that out loud did I?

"What? No I d-" Jack cut you off laughing.

"Relax y/n, I was kidding!" You felt your cheeks redden and he ruffled your hair. He attacked you with small kisses on your lips and jaw, sparks lighting wherever his lips were. You giggled and put your head on his chest again.

"I could stay like this forever," you sighed. He chuckled, his minty breath scanning your face. Smart move, Jack.

"Then let's do it."

"But I need a showerrrrrrr," you drawled. Jack rolled his eyes and kissed you passionately on the lips before pouting,

"Fine, but your coming back to bed after."

After showering and getting dressed back into sweat pants and a shirt, you crawled back into bed with him, watching movies and cuddling all day.

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