The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy



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"Noco, baby," I say softly, laughing and reaching out to stroke his cheek. "We have to get up! There's a whole day waiting for us. And pancakes. And coffee. And little raspberry pastries."

He groans, slipping a hand down my back so that it settles at the dip of my spine, pulling me tight against him so that our bellies are flush. A warm rush pulses through me as I loop my leg over his, because I love that - love how he wants every inch of his skin pressed to mine, just as I want it too.

"No," he mutters, stubborn, shaking his head. But then he pauses, considering. "Well, the raspberry pastries..we can have those. But someone can bring them here, and slide them under the door, and then we'll eat them in bed."

"Okay, baby," I whisper, pleased, still stroking his hair and his face. "Whatever you want."

A little smile grows on his lips when I say that, and his eyes open, moving slowly over my face. "I like this," he murmurs, nodding. "Waking up with you here, in my bed. We should do this...every day."

don't mind that I apparently sleep

he answers, his voice all

don't mind me passed out on your chest? Collapsing your ribcage in the night, making it all

like a sparrow," he murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to my cheek even as I laugh. "Plus, I liked feeling you there, when I would wake up. The

like a dream?" I ask, my voice wandering a little, my

a fact. "It's only when I have you here, warm against me, that I have proof that you're

to take the sweetness of him as I wrap my arms tight around his neck and pull him as close as I can. Jackson growls again, liking it, tuming again and taking me with him so that we get all tangled up in the sheets, so that I'm again laying on his chest

relaxing against him as I

ridiculous thing to say," he murmurs, raising a hand to cup my cheek. "When we're all aware that you're way out of my league,

shaking my head at him. "Jackson!" I protest, smacking him lightly on

princess who is clever as a fox. And I don't even know what a walk-in closet

which I'm sure my mom has already filled with clothes. "Minor details, baby," I whisper, turning back to