Chapter 798 Up On Melancholy Hill, Where I Monologue

A smile flitted through Jackson’s eyes. He rose and tailed Tiffany back into the bedroom. She took off her jacket, leaving her camisole and skinny jeans on, before climbing to bed. Meanwhile, Jackson, all dressed up in an actual nightie, looked at her and asked cryptically, “Well, aren’t you gonna take those jeans off? I’m not even gonna talk about how filthy it must be from wearing it the entire day. Instead, my question is, doesn't it feel stuffy and uncomfortable for sleep?” She shot him a glare. “Nice try, but I’m not taking it off! If you think it’s filthy, then don’t sleep with me!” Then, after remembering that this was, in fact, his home, an embarrassed Tiffany added after mustering enough sense of self-righteousness, “You’re the one who insisted that I come here!” Jackson went to his closet in mild annoyance and tossed one of his thin white sweaters at her. “What I meant was that you should change into something else that would make sleeping much more comfortable. Don’t worry —