Chapter 24
Waking up next to Jaxon Hale was an event. It wasn't like in the movies where you flutter your eyes open and smile. It was heavy. It was warm. It was an entanglement of limbs and sheets. His arm was draped over my waist, pinning me to the mattress. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, his breath slow and rhythmic against my skin. He radiated heat like a wood stove. I tried to shift, just an inch, to look at the clock. "Don't move," a gravelly voice mumbled against my collarbone. "I need coffee," I whispered. "And my arm is asleep." "Ignore it," he grumbled, tightening his grip. "Stay." I smiled, running my fingers through his messy hair. "Jaxon, we have a six-year-old. She wakes up with the sun. If she finds us like this..." "She'll think we're having a sleepover," he reaso
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