Jacob
I woke up with Daniel's arm just hanging over my waist like he had a claim on me or something. The sun was already peeking through the window, warming up my face, but the room was cold and eerily quiet.
I could feel his breathing… steady, rhythmic, his chest against my back, and all that skin-to-skin contact. He smelled like a mix of perfume and sweat, with a hint of something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
I lay there like a statue because if I moved, I'd have to face it… last night, him being here, everything. It was as if I turned around and saw him, I'd have to admit that I liked him being there, that I actually wanted him to stay. And even if that meant I was messed up, I didn’t care.
His hand twitched and his fingers barely brushed my belly, making me jump
