Freya’s POV
I don’t know how long I cried, buried in his chest. Time lost all meaning in that dark room, held in his arms. I only focused on his steady, strong heartbeat and that spicy scent of pine and leather that seeped deeper into my cells with every breath. For the first time in my life, I didn't have to be strong. For the first time in my life, someone else was holding my weight.
But the moment couldn't last forever.
Slowly, very slowly, Jax's chest rose with a deep breath, and he gently pulled back. His absence instantly made my skin feel cold. His massive hands slid off my back, but he reached back with one finger and, with surprising delicacy, wiped a stray tear from my cheek.
I looked down in embarrassment, quickly wiping my face with my own hands. My pride, which had abandon
