Warmness.
That's the first thing I notice when I wake up in the morning. I'm wrapped around a warm blanket, so sweet and cuddly it makes me wanna stay there forever.
The sent radiating from it is soft, but firm, surrounding me like a cocoon of comfort and safety. Its smells like heaven.
It smells like...Jackson.
The assumption hits me almost like an electric shock and I jump up, finding indeed Jackson's hands around me, his naked chest in full display.
My mind goes blank for a moment, watching his sleeping figure taking small breathes and I find myself brushing off a loose strand of hair out of his face.
Is this a dream?
My eyes focus on his parted lips, the veins on his hands permanent as he keeps a tight hold on me.
It definitely looks like one.
Letting my fingers crawl towards his upper arm, I feel the smooth skin underneath, licking my lips in the process. I probably look like a psychopath, drooling over him right now, but I can't help myself. He is my dream.
A light sound comes off his lips and I watch him move in his sleep. His arms wrap around my body tighter than before and I feel him bringing me closer, until his face rests in the crook of my neck.
I sense him taking a breath, following by a deep humming, the sound sending tingles to my skin.
''Sleep babe.''
My body instantly freezes. He knows I'm awake. Holly shit.
Watching him sleep was easy, harmless in a way, but now how am I going to come face to face with him?
My anxiety kicks in and I feel my heart race. Jesus, don't panic now.
As if he read my mind, he raises his head looking into my eyes. ''It's okay.'' He whispers. ''I'm here.''
That's the problem.
Smiling, he brushes his fingers on my cheek, gently touching my chin in the process.
''If I knew I would bring you so much anxiety just by sleeping beside you, I would have slept on the couch.''
The words get stuck in my throat and I feel my face heat up.
Great. I'm laying beside one of the sexiest men on the planet and I blush like a fucking tomato. Very smooth Daphne.
''Although'' He continues ''I'm pretty sure you would've followed me there too.''
His words bring a question mark on my face and for a minute I forget the situation we are in. ''What do you mean?''
Giving me something between a smirk and a mocking smile, he licks his lips focusing on my face.
''You were really persistent about us staying together, or to be more precisely, you following wherever I go.''
The shock on my face is evident by the way he laughs at me and I stare at him dumbfounded.
''I-I...''
He chuckles again, standing up from the bed. ''Don't worry about it.''
I follow his movements, watching him check his phone, chest bare in front of me, just a pair of loose black pants underneath.
My eyes travel on his torso and I feel my breathing stop. There is a series of burn marks and deap cuts, most of them healed but not in the right way. From the color and their shape, I can tell they're pretty old. But that doesn't mean they seem less hurtful.
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