Chapter 450 – Together In The Palace

• I wake up to the feeling of Jackson’s broad hand stroking over my hair and I squeak, petulant, turning my face so that my other cheek is pressed to his chest. Then I nuzzle close, my eyes pressed determinedly shut, refusing to wake up.
• “Ariel, it’s nearly noon,” Jackson murmurs, laughing a little.
• “No, it’s not, the clock is a filthy liar,” I murmur, shaking my head, laying my hands flat on his lovely warm skin.