Macy POV
Someone bangs on my bedroom door. I roll over and realize that Jacob is still in my bed. He is huddled on the side of my bed, doing his best not to touch me. I roll my eyes at his theatrics and shove him awake. He yelps loudly when he hits the floor.
The banging on my door gets louder, and I know whoever is on the other side has heard him. Jumping out of the bed, I grab him by the arm and drag him across the floor and into my closet. He starts to protest, but I press my finger to his lips to keep him quiet. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts.
After quietly shutting the closet door, I make a huge production of yawning loudly as I open my bedroom door. I stretch my arms wide to my sides and pretend like I have been sleeping. "What?"
Mom pushes her way into my
