I opened my eyes to arms that felt like iron bars holding me hostage to the bed. It wasn’t the first time I was waking up in these arms and the comfort I was feeling from the simple act of being enclosed in them was way too much to be feeling in the arms of a guy that had rejected me.
I wasn’t the smartest, in fact, I was almost bottom of my class, but I had to at least be smart about my dealings with Jake f*****g White. I could not get attached. I could not be stupid for a third time. I should not be in his house, in his bed, held by his arms.
I started to wriggle free of his hold, gently so I didn’t wake him up but I froze when he groaned out. “Stop moving. “ His legs lifted and caged me further into the bed.
I couldn’t decide if he was sleep talking or purposely trying to make me
