Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?

Chapter Eleven

I stirred peacefully, feeling excess warmth run through me as if I was pressed to a heater. From a bleary eyed glance at the window I knew the storm had blown over. It was still dark though and the clock to my left told me it was in the early hours of the morning.

 A strong arm was draped protectively around my waist so when I tried to move it held me fast. I eased it off me, cheeks flushing, as carefully as possible so as not to wake Jack. Lord only knows the smugness he’d simply radiate if he woke up in this position.

“Where are you going?” a husky voice mumbled into my hair while I was trying to shift him off of me. I spluttered in shock. He’d been awake. That pervert had been awake this whole time!

 “I see you decided you liked it in my arms somewhere during the night,” he chuckled.

“Or rather that you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Soph,” he whispered into my ear, his breath and closeness raising the hairs on my arms. “Look at us.”

I did, and instantly burnt up in embarrassment. We were both over his side of the bed, my body nestled into his chest as one arm was sprawled over my waist. It was clear that, at some unconscious moment, I had moved into him. I had moved into him! 

“It’s okay, I know I’m irresistible.”

“I was asleep, I was probably just cold, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Well you’re not going anywhere now.”

“Jack,” I moaned.

I was so mortified; I just wanted to bury my head somewhere and never move. Of course, that would mean burying my head in Jack’s chest which was not acceptable.

“Stop this Jack,” I pulled sharply away from him before sitting up. “You can’t just treat me like another girl you want to bed. It’s not fair on me and it’s not right since we’re possibly the only two people on the planet. God only knows what’s happened to our families and here we are cuddling in bed.”

He watched me have my little rant before tracing a finger along my arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“Why can’t I treat you like a girl? You are a girl after all.”

“You don’t like me like that; this is all just another way to wind me up. You’ve already proved that when you left me yesterday.”

                He cringed and closed his eyes tightly. We both let out long sighs, although our reasons for them were very different. Jack was frustrated, he was angry that I wasn’t going to let his earlier moment of weakness go. I was scared, I was fighting off the horrible feelings that hadn’t left me alone since he’d walked out of the front door.

                The worst part of it had been how much I had missed him. It hadn’t been how mortified I was or how horrified I was at wanting him. It was that I had stood in his shower and cried because I just wanted him there.