Jackson wakes me up the next morning by running his strong hand up the back of my thigh.
It takes me a half second to realize I'm not in my bed back home anymore, but then I roll over and open my eyes to his chiseled face and remind myself, This...
Jackson wakes me up the next morning by running his strong hand up the back of my thigh.
It takes me a half second to realize I'm not in my bed back home anymore, but then I roll over and open my eyes to his chiseled face and remind myself, This...