The following day I was woken up by Jax, holding me in a steel grip. I had my back against his chest and his arm around my waist. It was holding me so secure against him that it was almost uncomfortable. I nudged him lightly with my elbow, but he didn't lift a muscle. I turned my head to look at him, but he had his eyes closed.
"How can you possibly be asleep" I muttered to myself. Holding me that tight when he was asleep was just weird. And a bit cute. I looked at his watch on his wrist, and my eyes went big. It was nearly 9 AM. Earlybird Jax Brian slept in? I could barely believe it! I turned myself in his arms and watched him sleep. The struggle to turn in his grip was real. I laid perfectly still so I wouldn't wake him up. I was still tired, and I enjoyed just lying there and waking
