I groan, snorting awake when Jackson lays me down in my own bed.
“What’s happening,” I murmur, looking around, completely confused.
“You fell asleep,” he replies, smirking at me as he climbs in next to me and reaches out to un-hook the curtain, letting it shush shut. “I figured you’d rather continue doing that in bed, rather than half sprawled out on the floor with your head in my lap.”
“Both good,” I sigh, snuggling close as he settles himself next to me, wrapping his arms loose around my shoulders. “You’re the best pillow I’ve ever had.”
He laughs lightly, pleased to be of service.
I blink for a minute, not eager to fall back asleep now that I have this quiet moment with him, not while I have a second to hold him close, to get a deep sniff of his scent. Jackson growls a little, po
