It takes me a long time to fall asleep, overwhelmed as I am by my new bond, the closeness of my mate, the secrets that we’ve passed between us that still ring through my mind. But as the minutes pass I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, encouraged by the steady movement of Jackson’s hand over my hair.
When I do finally fall asleep, my head pillowed against Jackson’s chest, it’s the deep, true sleep of one who feels both weary and completely safe.
I sleep so deeply that when my eyelids flutter open in the morning, I have…no idea where I am. Even though I am…completely comfortable.
I frown, not understanding, and curl into the warmth of what I assume is my mattress, though it’s a little…firmer than I remember? I’m not sure.
There’s a light chuckle, though, that makes me look up, and my frown deepens as I stare into Jackson’s face before I realize that…
“Oh!” I murmur, sitting up a little. He smiles at me, his hand pressing into my back, encouraging me to lean my head back down against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, “take a second to wake up. There’s time.”
I lay my head back down against him, blushing a little as I realize that what I assumed was my mattress is just his body – that I’m curled up in his lap, kind of sprawled over his torso, my face tucked against his pectoral –
God, is he really that big, that I can basically use his body as a bed?
Or am I just that small?
I peer up at him again, more awake now, taking a deep breath and raising a hand to rub at my eye.
Slowly, a smile overtakes his mouth.
“What?” I mutter, shaking my head a little to clear it, a smile pulling at my lips as well because…well, because he’s just staring at me. And it’s…kind of nice.
“You’re just so pretty,” he whispers, his voice a little awed as he traces his knuckles down the soft skin of my cheek.
I can’t help it then – I burst into a brilliant smile.
Because my mate thinks I’m pretty.
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