Two weeks later
Caroline POV
I open my eyes and frown, unsure of what I'm looking at. It looks like the bed is broken... I sit up and realize I am covered in fluffy down feathers, and I look around at the damage done to our room. What the hell happened? I throw my feet over the side of the bed and there's more feathers along with shredded clothes and torn sheets. I try to stand but my legs give out and I fall to the floor. I look up over the side of the bed and there's Jackson, sprawled out, covered in feathers, and sleeping soundly. I try to remember when any of this could have happened...
"Jackson," I say quietly.
He doesn't even stir.
"JACKSON!" I yell at him.
He lifts his head, "What the hell ya yellin for, woman?"
"What the hell happened?" I ask him.
"To what?" He asks.
