Isla
I woke up in Jackson's arms; dull light trickled through the window, the last embers of the fire crackling in the cottage’s fireplace. I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes, trying to figure out when I fell asleep.
“Good morning, Luna.” Jackson’s deep morning voice greeted me. I would never get tired of hearing that title come out of his lips.
“What time is it? Why didn’t you move me? You must have been so uncomfortable.”
“It’s a little after six. We have time to get ready. The bags you packed are already in the car.” He pulled me back toward him. “You were sleeping so peacefully. I knew if I moved you, you wouldn’t get back to sleep.”
“Did you sleep at all?” I looked up to study his face, worried that he forwent sleep for me. He was the one that needed it.
“I actually slep
