Chapter Seventy Eight

JADE'S POV

He returned from his closet fully dressed, and I imagine the whole pajama get up, buttoned to the top and all, is for my benefit.

Knowing Matt like I do, it's obvious he really doesn't want to do anything that will bother me and I respect him a little bit more for it.

He even had the decency to look surprised to see me still in his room when he returned and he teased about how I must really hate spending my late night without my phone.

"I was hoping I'll fall asleep watching something but the stupid thing just had to go and die on me."

I whine, scooting over a distance for him to join me on his bed, even though it's a standard king sized bed and can comfortably contain the both of us without me moving an inch.

I guess it's just the awkwardness of being with him like this for the first time and the share intimacy of the situation without any added effort that's causing me to be like this and I just hope he doesn't notice it.

Scooting a bit again in the opposite direction from