Sandwiches

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Jackson joined me in the elevator, holding my hand.
"Are you certain you're alright?" He said looking down at me, I simply nodded and smiled at him, kissing his hand and leading him to my apartment. I shut the door and he wrapped his arms around my waist at I headed into the kitchen.
"Sandwich?" I ask and I feel him nod against my shoulder as I begin to make our lunch.

I grab the plate as Jackson drags me to the couch, refusing to let go of my waist but still reaching out and grabbing his sandwich.
"Mmm you make the best sandwiches babe" he said after taking a bite and readjusting his grip on my waist. We finished our lunch before falling asleep together.

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