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48. Fluffy Clouds

Layla was sprawled on top of Jackson when she woke up the second morning after her traumatising walk with Diedre.

Right on top, as if she had been climbing all over his naked body in her sleep.

She didn’t get off him straight away. Her head was on his chest so she could hear his heartbeat. It was oddly soothing. His arms were around her back, securing her in place, and her feet were tangled with his. The warmth of his body once again sent her on a weird, secure, fluffy cloud where the thoughts in her head were just a distant, unpleasant memory. His arms felt like a cocoon. She didn’t want to move.

She felt safe with him.

Despite knowing what he was, and the fact that he blamed her for being attacked, she felt safe. If that didn’t say she’d been drugged, then she didn’t know what did.

“Good morning.”

The sound of his husky voice brought her back down to earth instantly. She lifted her head and met his alert, icy-blue eyes. He looked like he had been awake for a while, and something
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