Light creeps into the room early, I grunt and attempt to shield my eyes. The sun doesn't face this direction in my bedroom, what the fuck was happening?

Slowly my eyes peel open, realizing that I wasn't in my badly painted yellow room but instead Jason's. I push myself up from the bed for a moment, looking down at his lying body beside me. Face down on the pillow, breathing silently. His bare back looked delicious to touch but I refrained.

For a moment the curse bubbles up in my stomach, a stinging pain running through my ribs. I wince for a moment and sigh. Mornings were always the worst,...