Same Time Next Week (Ch 71)
A fresh scent tickled his nose and infiltrated his dreams, pulling him out until he was almost awake. He sniffed before his eyes were even open. Flowers?
His eyes fluttered open a few times before they could focus on anything. The room looked unfamiliar. Really unfamiliar. As in, he had never been in it before. And didn’t remember how he got there.
He was covered by a white eyelet duvet, the sheets a pristine white as well– totally not his style. On the bedside table, painted white to match nearly everything else in the room, was a vase of lavender blooms.
Flowers.
Jackson yawned and scratched and sat up, wracking his brain to remember where he was and what he was doing there. And why he now smelled pancakes.
The knob turned, the door easing open with a light creak. Shelby slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. She was a sight for sore eyes, cute and comfortable in shorts, a tank top, and bare feet.
“Hey, sleepy.” Shelby climbed onto the bed and leaned over him, brushed her lips against his and laughed at his hair standing on end and going in every direction.
Jackson dipped his head away from her hands trying to smooth his sleep worn hair down. “Where are we?
