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."

apparently sleep on top of

I like that," he answers, his voice

on your chest? Collapsing your ribcage in the

to press a kiss to my cheek even as I laugh. "Plus, I liked feeling you there, when I would wake up. The weight of you - it makes

ask, my

I have you here, warm against me, that I have proof that you're real. That I didn't just

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 and looking down into his face. My

against him as I gaze down into his face. "No one does.

say," he murmurs, raising a hand to cup my cheek. "When we're

I protest, smacking him lightly on the chest. "Why would you even

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

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