I snuggle deeper into the warmth that I know is Jason's embrace and even though I've been waking up like this for a couple weeks now I love it. I run my hand over his chest, his muscles rippling as our skin connects under my hand, I smile, still with my eyes closed and sigh in content welcoming even more sleep.
But my peaceful state is interrupted by screams, two, very loud, very high pitched screams. Jason immediately bolts out of bed, taking a powerful stance on the bedroom floor, his body positioned in front of mine, a massive growl ripping from him throat as he stands ready to attack. Rather than more growls all I hear are giggles, and Jason growls "What the f**k are you doing!" he snarls, moving out of the way as he seems slightly less tense as I realise the screams or rather squeals
