Chapter 9 Eight

• Without waiting for an answer, Azalea grabbed her pillow and tossed it to his side of the bed, claiming the other one for herself. She sank into it, trying to make herself comfortable, but Jackson's hand shot out, grabbing the pillow with little hesitation.
• At first, he didn't seem to care, but the moment he caught a whiff of her scent on it, something changed. He buried his face into the pillow, his eyes closing as a satisfied grin spread across his face.
• He knew for sure he was going to get a good night's sleep tonight.