Prior to this morning, Natalie had never been in a position to awaken next to anyone aside from a few girlfriends she had prior to her adolescence during sleepovers of Hannah Montana reruns and an abundance of junk food before the ‘importance’ of a thigh gap was mentioned. But now, she pulled herself upwards just enough to note how Jackson was already awake; his eyes set on her at peace as a confident smile spread beyond his stubble-nearly reaching from ear-to-ear. And as she lifted her fingers to his face, she found that the feeling of his muscular body beneath her own frame along with the smell of his cologne was far better than any ‘sleepover’ in her past.
“Did you know you moan in your sleep?” She blushed.
“I like to think I am responsible for it…” He teased, tracing his fingers on
