21
Emma
Jameson rolls over in my bed in the middle of the night, rousing me. “Hey. Wake up.”
“Hmmm?” I ask, drowsy. My eyes are closed, though I’m not fully asleep yet. He only let me go to sleep half an hour ago, but obviously I’m the only one who did a lot of resting. “What?”
“I have to tell you something, and I need you to be totally awake when I do.” His voice is low and urgent.
I crack my eyelids, looking at him. He looks messy and yummy, if only I wasn’t quite so exhausted. Actually, now that I think about it, he looks tired too. “Are you okay?”
He smiles, but he seems nervous. “Yeah. I just… I love you.”
His words steal my breath away. I stare at him for a second, trying to decide if my sleep addled brain made up this little bit of fantasy or not. J looks uncomfortable for a
