Chapter 50

I wake early the following day lying on my back, completely entangled in Jake’s limbs on my side of the bed. He’s wrapped around me possessively, one arm around my waist, pulling me into his abdomen so that his face is in the nape of my neck, the other arm bent behind me, so his fingers are entwined in my hair above. I try to maneuver out of his grasp, but my efforts only cause him to pull me in tighter, making it nearly impossible to get out. His legs looped and twisted through mine, so I’m immobile in every way, and I am stiflingly hot because he’s so naturally warm.

Who knew Jake was a cuddler in bed? More like a squeezer; it suffocates all life out of you.

Although part of my brain isn’t surprised because he’s so hands-on and expressive in every aspect of waking life, I guess being this way in sleep is a given. I lie still, staring at the dark ceiling for a moment, listening to the heaviness of his deep breathing. He seems so peaceful, and being held this way is comf