*****Faye's POV*****
"So you actually shared a bed with a boy... who wasn't me for once... how did that go?!" Mike laughs, as we sit in the back of the car - on our way to check out some of Italys most fabulous boutiques.
Last night Jaxon (although I had protested and offered to sleep on the floor) insisted that I slept on the bed with him. His argument was that 'it was that big that I wouldn't even know he was there'.
Truth be told, the man practically smothered me in my sleep the whole night, with his large tree trunk arms wrapping around my body.
He also spent the night (what sounded like) arguing with himself - all words that I couldn't quite make out - whilst his grip on me would tighten and loosen every so often.
Let's just say that it was an awkward morning... one in which he has practically avoided and not spoken to me at all.
"It was... an experience." My cheeks flare as I find my words, not wanting to discuss the matter in front of one of Jaxons drivers...
