I open my door and head down the hallway trying to figure out what Sophie is so amused by. “And, she is awake,” Jackson says. I immediately look down at my underwear and tank top. He isn’t who I imagined would be there. “You have got to be kidding me.” I mess with my hair. “I brought you breakfast.” Sophie grins. “He brought you breakfast.” She wags her eyebrows from behind Jackson. Jackson smiles, and I’m immediately reminded how handsome he is; how chiseled and perfect his face is. And how we had eagerly kissed each other like hungry animals the other day. And here I stand in my pajamas looking like crap. I rake a hand through my hair and sigh. “Thank you.” Jackson walks over to the island in Sophie’s kitchen. He lifts a coffee. “And coffee. I brought you some of that, too.”
