Operation Make-Jack-Blush-A-Lot-And-Be-More-Open was a complete success before she even said any words. A brilliant purple blush washes over his face as he looks down at her, head in his lap, and gives a little laugh. Oh word.
“Sleeping arrangements?” he asks, before adding, “M-Miss Foster? Well. I could let you sleep on my beanbag or…. or,” he’s still so purple but trying so hard to do this for her, “or I can let you sleep in my bed. With me.”
“Hmm..” she pretended to ponder, putting a finger to her chin. “The beanbag sounds tempting~!”
She giggled, snuggling her head in his lap even further, completely unaware of what she was really doing to him.
“It’s h-hardly comfortable for your back Miss Foster. Besides that’s more or less where Roxy sleeps.” Jack pointed out with a small smile, trying to force his heart to stop racing.
Jack Maple 