In the morning when I dragged my eyes open, the first thing I saw was Jake staring at me. I took in the rest of him and noticed he wore his usual jeans and hooded jacket. I also noticed he still had his beard too; although he trimmed it up. My fingers stretched out to touch it and he cracked a pleased smile. His gaze never wavered.
“Were you watching me sleep?” I asked around a yawn.
“Mhm. No pictures this time at least.”
I scoffed as I stretched. “You say that like it’s so normal.”
“Normal for us,” he reminded me.
I didn’t have a response. I snuggled close to him, both for warmth and affection. My fingertips danced down his body until they reached the hem of his shirt, where they skimmed across his hips and the waistline of his boxers. Jake sucked in a sharp breath at my touch. He ro
