“I don’t. Well, at least I don’t think so. I’ve had zero complaints.” He shrugs, sitting on the edge of his bed, yawning.
“Well, goodnight. Get some sleep.” I turn on my heels for the door before this gets any weirder. Being this close to him, in his room, is overwhelming my senses, and I need to set boundaries before my body turns on me.
“Goodnight, Mila. Thank you again. You have no idea how much I need this.” He looks over at Maize, then back at me.
He needs me. It’s the only thought that plays over in my head as I walk back to Jackson’s room, which I guess is now mine. After I change the sheets, I fluff the pillows and turn on the small flat screen television that hangs on the wall.
Before crawling under the blankets, I slip into a tank top and some pajama shorts. I’m thankful Jack
