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."

mind that I apparently sleep on top of

I like that," he answers, his voice all

passed out on your chest? Collapsing your ribcage in the night, making it

kiss to my cheek even as I laugh. "Plus, I

feel like a dream?" I ask, my

always been a dream," Jackson replies, easy, like it's a fact. "It's only when I have you here, warm against me, that I have proof that you're real. That

and taking me with him so that we get all tangled up in the sheets, so that I'm again laying on his chest and looking down into his face. My hair falls

don't deserve you, Jacks," I say on a happy sigh, relaxing against him as I gaze

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

him. "Jackson!" I protest,

brave, talented, beautiful, charming princess who is clever as a fox. And I don't

laughing at this, tilting my head back and glancing over at the door to the closet, which I'm sure my mom has already filled with clothes. "Minor details, baby," I