My hair was a mess. It was even worse than s*x hair, all over the place and the only way I could tame it was by washing it. Jacob didn't seem to mind. His internal alarm went off and around six in the morning, he rolled out of bed, waking me by kissing my cheek. He brushed his fingers very affectionately over my cheek and then pulled away.
Did he just try to wake me because he was awake?
I rolled away from him, “Jerk.” I mumbled, tiredly, trying to hide my face beneath my pillow.
“It’s not what you said last night.”
I peeked at him from underneath my pillow, “I was occupied.”
His smug look made me glare at him as best I could with tired eyes. He walked away from me in his boxers which fitted snugly around his hips. He was getting ready for the day. It was a Saturday but I suppose Jaco
