Lena’s pov
"Alright," Jaxon says, attempting a smile that looks strained, like he is not fully convinced I am fine with this arrangement. "I will head upstairs. Stay here. Give me twenty minutes, and then we will talk."
"Okay."
He nods once before turning away. The floorboards groan under his weight as he climbs the stairs.
My eyes trail after him, tracing the wide line of his shoulders, the hard muscle shifting beneath his shirt. He is enormous, built, sweaty, still glowing from whatever workout he just crushed.
Heat coils low in my stomach.
I remember how it felt when his body pressed into mine. The size of him, the strength behind every move. For a wild second, I imagine what it would be like to give myself over completely to that kind of power.
My breath hitches. My eyes widen a
