Chapter 8

Yawning, I slowly opened my eyes. I loved this morning. I loved the night too. Jake stayed and slept with me on the same bed. He cuddled me all night, and although he was out like dead and snoring because of the fights he had, I was beyond ecstatic.

I reached out my hand, holding my breath, expecting to feel his warm body next to mine, but to my dismay, he was gone. All that lingered was his intoxicating scent, a reminder that he wasn’t a dream.

Sighing, I dragged myself out of bed and beelined it to the bathroom. I needed a shower. Last night was a beautiful kind of torture. I caught myself just staring at him while he slept. Just his presence was enough to send me into a frenzy. At one point, the wicked side of me wanted to devour him while sleeping. But, I mean, molesting a sleeping Jake? Come on. I burst out laughing at the mental image.

The shower hit my body, giving me that jolt of cold freshness. Being so close to Jake and not doing anything was taking some serious self-control