HAYLEY’S P.O.V

A hand brushed my hair over my shoulder and warm lips placed open mouthed kisses on my throat and collar bone.

I mumbled something incoherent and nestled closer to the warmth. I was too comfortable to move or open my eyes. I just wanted to enjoy the extra soft sheets underneath me and the warm hands on my skin.

“As much as I want to get in bed with you, baby girl, you need to eat,” Jake whispered, his hand trailing down my side. “You’ve been ...