As I open my eyes in the early hours of the morning, I’m not scared, I’m not lost - I know exactly where I am. Exactly where I’m supposed to be. I assume Jack’s asleep, he stayed up a little longer than I had, and that meant everything to me. The last moments of the night were absolutely incredible. I fell asleep to the sweet sound of Jack’s voice lulling me to sleep and his fingers drawing shapes up and down my back. And now, here I lay in his arms - his large, muscular arms that are tightly wrapped around me, like he thought I would escape in the middle of the night. With his hand under the fabric of my pyjama top, his palm lay flat against my belly and mine was rested firmly on top. I could feel his warm breath against my neck, which resulted in goosebumps rising all over my body. Untangling my legs from his and slowly removing myself from his grasp, I stand at the edge of the bed. He stirs quietly, the comforter lowering to the waistband of his flannel pants. My breath hitches at the sight and I can’t stop myself from crawling back onto the bed. Straddling his waist and making sure not to press all my weight into him, my eyes travel across his chest. Lifting my hands, I allow my fingers to trail his skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. They dance over the dips, valleys and crevasses of his toned chest and core. Drawing my lip in between my teeth, I watch as his chest rises and falls with each breath. Gasping as I feel his hands tighten around my waist, my eyes lift up to his. “You’re awake,” I smile.
"I’ve been awake," Jack chuckles quietly as my cheeks flush. My hands flew up to my hair which was probably a rat’s nest, trying to tame it. "Stop," he shakes his head, lowering my hands down and entwining our fingers. "You look perfect as is," he smiles, his eyes still not fully opening.
"How was your sleep?" I wonder aloud, settling into his side. He pulls me so that half of me still lays on the bed and the other on top of him.
"Amazing. Best sleep I’ve gotten in years," Jack admits sheepishly, smiling down at me. I nod in agreement, and press a soft kiss to his cheek. "What was that for?" He asks in bemusement.
"Just for being sweet," I beam brightly, pressing another kiss against the skin of his cheek.
"For being sweet? Damn, I owe you at least a couple thousand then," he raises his brow and flips us so that I’m laying beneath him. His fingers poke my sides as he divides a plethora of kisses between one cheek and the other. I laugh loudly, trying to stop him but I know there’s no use.
"Ow! OW!" I shout, my hands flying to my side as I fake it all.
"Oh, my god. Baby, are you okay?" My heart flutters as he calls me baby, but I use this time to my advantage and flip us over again.
"Oh, I’m fine," I lick my lips before hopping off of his bed.
"And where do you think you’re going, missy?"
"To make breakfast," I say in an obvious tone. "You stay here, nap a while," I encourage.
"You’re not making breakfast, you’re one of our guests. Not a chance," Jack shakes his head, pulling me back onto the bed.
"But I want to!" I reassure him. "It’s my favorite part of the morning, don’t take that away from me, handsome," I grin.
"Okay, fine. I have a surprise for you later on today, anyway. I’ll make it up to you then," he promises.
Shaking my head as I leave the room, I find my way back to the one Cassie and I were supposed to share. After brushing my teeth, I skip down the stairs and to the kitchen. The house was surprisingly clean for one that housed six boys and their wild parties. Someone must’ve stayed up and cleaned. Noticing the pantry door open and I peer inside it. “Oh! Hi,” I smile at the exotic looking girl. “I didn’t know there were any other girls besides Cassie and I here,” I blush.
