When I woke up I was still cuddled against Mr. Jones’s chest. He was already awake, for I awoke with the soft brushing of a hand stroking my hair. I drowned in his scent and cuddled into his warmth until I was black asleep.
Mr. Jones was still observing me once I awoke again. I blushed but admired his face that was too close, his silky dark hair and enchanting, sleepy green eyes that scanned my probably-horrid morning face and messy hair. I could get used to this view every morning, but unfortunately my mother has not yet abandoned me completely.
“Good morning.” he said under a yawn. I rubbed my eyes and returned the greeting. Mr. Jones then gave out a soft grunt, “I… can’t move…” He nudged his leg, and at last I realized that half of my body was over him. This is so embarrassing… Sheesh
