And now I’m being a creep. I shake the thoughts away and tiptoe across the room to the bathroom, and quietly go through my morning routine. While I know Jackson and I need to talk about last night, mostly so I can apologize for waking him, but to also thank him for calming me down. I’m not quite ready to disrupt how calm I’ve felt since waking up. Instead, I sneak out of the bathroom, stealing one last glance of his gorgeous frame, before making my way downstairs to make some coffee.
