Chapter 18
Jefferson hadn’t been lying when he said they could commission a second bed, but he didn’t think he would worry about that for some time yet. Waking up with Micah sprawled across him, his head resting on Jefferson’s shoulder, his heart thudding against Jefferson’s chest, was like waking up in heaven. Jefferson suspected that the extra space provided by the second bed would prove to be too much distance. He wanted to keep Micah as physically close to him as he could.
It was still dark outside the window when Jefferson woke, and he knew he needed to see to his chores. He couldn’t begin to ignore his daily duties just because Micah’s firm, warm body pinned him to the bed. But the very thought of leaving Micah for the cold winter morning was enough to make him shudder. He didn’t t
