drink so much. I stand and wobble for a second before looking around the dark room. As I pull on one of Jax’s jumpers that I found thrown across a chair, I make my way out of his room to get a glass of water. I inhale and my mouth practically waters at how delicious his jumper smells; that yummy guy smell and aftershave that most guys seem to have.
I tiptoe as quietly as I can into the living room and find him sprawled out on the couch, looking ridiculously uncomfortable. Did he carry me into his room? I hope to god I didn’t slur something stupid at him. If I did I can just blame tequila, or a serious knock to the head.
I realise I’m leaning against the doorframe staring at him sleep like some weirdo. I turn and make my way into the kitchen, and grab a glass of water and some pain killers.
The time on the microwave flashes 6:23 in the morning so I quietly rummage through his fridge and cupboard and find the essentials for a thank you breakfast; then get started on the best breakfast I’ve ever made.
6. Care for a mint?
Jackson
I wake up to the smell of cooking bacon in my apartment and I can hear Charli in my kitchen, quietly singing along to something. I risk a quick peek in her direction and see her drifting around in my kitchen, barefoot, and wearing one of my hoodies over her tight dress. It sits just at the top of her thighs and she still manages to look fucking beautiful.
Her hair is a wavy mess looking more like sex hair then a birds nest though, and she’s got it pulled back in a messy bun. I watch her as she pulls out two plates, evenly distributes the bacon, and then grabs the other pan with the scrambled eggs.
For whatever stupid reason I quickly close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep, maybe so she doesn’t catch me staring at her.
I hear her soft footsteps cross the living room space and the soft noise of ceramic being placed gently on the coffee table.
It’s silent for a few moments before I hear her start to crunch and I’m so intrigued I almost open my eyes, almost.
“Jax” she softly whispers, and she sounds closer than I expected.
“Jax, I made you something” she whispers again and this time sounds less than an inch away from me.
I open my eyes carefully and groan since it’s so early in the morning. Definitely feeling the aftermath of sleeping on a couch but being the gentleman that I am, I couldn’t let her sleep out here while I had a nice king size bed she could use. After I came out the shower I found her passed out on my couch so I carried her into my bedroom and put her to sleep. I lay with her for a little bit and after she started mumbling in her sleep I knew she was okay. It took everything in me to walk out and leave her in there alone, the temptation to spend the night with her was almost too hard to resist.
I left her in there on her own and collapsed on the couch before I could be tempted to do anything stupid. Well, more stupid than I already had. When I carried her to my room she wrapped her warm hands around my neck and kissed me softly on the lips before mumbling my name.
In that instant I swear I had the stupidest grin on my face and ended up going to sleep sprouting a massive hard on – yay for me.
“Why are you up so early?” I finally manage to groan.
“I couldn’t sleep. Plus you stooged me with the good groceries” she says jokingly and pops a piece of bacon in her mouth.
Why did she have to look so good even when she did something as ordinary as eating breakfast?
“Mmm you know the way to a man’s heart” I tease, picking up my plate and almost miss the small look of triumph on her face. She sits back on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and starts to eat her food quietly.
I move my leg and nudge her shoulder with my knee since she’s wedged between the couch and the coffee table.
“What’s up with you today?”
“What do you mean?” she says between mouthfuls of food.
“I mean, what’s up with the early
I tiptoe as quietly as I can into the living room and find him sprawled out on the couch, looking ridiculously uncomfortable. Did he carry me into his room? I hope to god I didn’t slur something stupid at him. If I did I can just blame tequila, or a serious knock to the head.
I realise I’m leaning against the doorframe staring at him sleep like some weirdo. I turn and make my way into the kitchen, and grab a glass of water and some pain killers.
The time on the microwave flashes 6:23 in the morning so I quietly rummage through his fridge and cupboard and find the essentials for a thank you breakfast; then get started on the best breakfast I’ve ever made.
6. Care for a mint?
Jackson
I wake up to the smell of cooking bacon in my apartment and I can hear Charli in my kitchen, quietly singing along to something. I risk a quick peek in her direction and see her drifting around in my kitchen, barefoot, and wearing one of my hoodies over her tight dress. It sits just at the top of her thighs and she still manages to look fucking beautiful.
Her hair is a wavy mess looking more like sex hair then a birds nest though, and she’s got it pulled back in a messy bun. I watch her as she pulls out two plates, evenly distributes the bacon, and then grabs the other pan with the scrambled eggs.
For whatever stupid reason I quickly close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep, maybe so she doesn’t catch me staring at her.
I hear her soft footsteps cross the living room space and the soft noise of ceramic being placed gently on the coffee table.
It’s silent for a few moments before I hear her start to crunch and I’m so intrigued I almost open my eyes, almost.
“Jax” she softly whispers, and she sounds closer than I expected.
“Jax, I made you something” she whispers again and this time sounds less than an inch away from me.
I open my eyes carefully and groan since it’s so early in the morning. Definitely feeling the aftermath of sleeping on a couch but being the gentleman that I am, I couldn’t let her sleep out here while I had a nice king size bed she could use. After I came out the shower I found her passed out on my couch so I carried her into my bedroom and put her to sleep. I lay with her for a little bit and after she started mumbling in her sleep I knew she was okay. It took everything in me to walk out and leave her in there alone, the temptation to spend the night with her was almost too hard to resist.
I left her in there on her own and collapsed on the couch before I could be tempted to do anything stupid. Well, more stupid than I already had. When I carried her to my room she wrapped her warm hands around my neck and kissed me softly on the lips before mumbling my name.
In that instant I swear I had the stupidest grin on my face and ended up going to sleep sprouting a massive hard on – yay for me.
“Why are you up so early?” I finally manage to groan.
“I couldn’t sleep. Plus you stooged me with the good groceries” she says jokingly and pops a piece of bacon in her mouth.
Why did she have to look so good even when she did something as ordinary as eating breakfast?
“Mmm you know the way to a man’s heart” I tease, picking up my plate and almost miss the small look of triumph on her face. She sits back on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and starts to eat her food quietly.
I move my leg and nudge her shoulder with my knee since she’s wedged between the couch and the coffee table.
“What’s up with you today?”
“What do you mean?” she says between mouthfuls of food.
“I mean, what’s up with the early
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