Jackson groans a little, turning towards me, pulling me tight against his chest so that our stomachs line up, so that I can hook one leg over his in the way I like to, so I can press my cheek to his chest.
We don’t say anything for a long time and I can feel Jackson trying to figure out how he feels, and what is right, and where he fits in it all.
But through all of it, I can also feel that he’s exhausted.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper, reaching up and stroking a hand over his hair. “Let’s go to sleep. Go for a little cliff run as our wolves. We’re not getting anything sorted worrying about it, and we need the rest.”
After a moment, Jackson sighs and dips his head, pressing a kiss to the part of my hair. “You’re right,” he murmurs, giving me a last squeeze. “I shouldn’t have kept you up this long anyway.”
“Oh, you can keep me up anytime,” I murmur against him, lifting my head to press a kiss to his chest before I let my eyes fall shut. “I love you, and I like your mind, and I like hearing about your ideas.”
“You’re very sweet, princess goddess Sinclair,” Jackson sighs, making me smile.
I can feel it as he falls asleep, glad that he’s found his rest. And even if I’m incredibly eager to join him in that state, to go for the run that I promised him – I have to admit that I’m disturbed by Jackson’s predictions for the future. Is it really so stark as all that?
Are all the pieces falling into place for something much, much larger than us?
And if change is coming…how long do I have left to enjoy this life, which I love so much?
When Jackson wakes me up the next morning bright and early for my sniping practice, I pretend to moan and complain as I always do, even though I’m thrilled to be up. I flop around in the bed, making him pull me up into his arms and set me on my feet before he passes me my little jolt of morning energy.
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