I’m lying on my side with Jack pressed up against my back, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. His other arm rests beneath my head and I’ve used it as a pillow all night. The bedside clock says it’s almost eight AM.My sleep was not very restful last night. Jack and I had drifted off after that spine-shredding sex, but I was awoken by the piercing shriek of my cell phone. I say piercing because by the time it rang, it was almost three AM and the alcohol had definitely faded, leaving me with a throbbing headache.The call was from Audrey, wanting to know where I was. She was really drunk, as evidenced by the way she slurred her words to me. I assured her I was fine and that I’d see her in the morning. Whether she remembers that or not remains to be seen.After I hung up, Jack had gotten out of bed, getting us both glasses of water and aspirin to take. He made me drink three glasses, claiming I wouldn’t have a hangover if I did that.And he’s right. I feel amazing this morning with no headache, no upset stomach, and a gorgeous man holding me in his arms.I sigh slightly, not wanting to move too much and wake Jack up.
