Being wrapped in Jackson’s comforting embrace is becoming my favorite place to be. Cuddling isn’t something I’ve ever spent a lot of time thinking about. If you asked me a year ago if I was a cuddler, I would have answered no. Without hesitation. But now, since Jackson, my answer is different. I would be his little spoon any night without question. Slowly, so as not to wake him up, I roll in place onto my stomach. His arm slips off my waist, hand settling on my lower back as I readjust. Once settled, I turn my head to look at him. Jackson is a beautiful man.
