Cara’s POV
Finally, he popped his eyes open, looking at me with no enthusiasm to do what I said. “That was a really nice dream, Peach.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“That was no dream, man. It was not a dream at all.” I said and he shrugged.
“Well, it seemed like one to me, a very nice one.” He said.
I looked at him with a shake of my head. “For goodness sake, Jason. Stand up now, or you’ll miss the early morning run.” I said again, already at this point, sounding like some broken record.
I glanced at the bedside clock for a second to emphasize my point. "It’s already six o’clock, you know!” I added.
Jason didn’t seem to care. He stayed where he was, sprawled out on the bed like he didn’t have a single worry in the world. He looked at me with those half-lidded, dreamy eyes that
