Lena’ pov
"But you and I are close friends, right?"
His question surprises me. I have not known Jaxon for very long, yet he already knows so much about me. I never imagined that it mattered to him, that I mattered to him.
I find myself staring into his blue eyes, trying to gauge if he is being sincere.
Jaxon tilts his head, curious, his smile uncertain. He does not seem to understand why I am staring, but he does not seem unhappy either.
"Uh, I guess you know more about me than most people do," I say, unsure how else to respond.
A pause stretches between us.
"Lena, you see me as a friend, right?"
My heart beats faster. Jaxon had once said I was not his type and even called me a nerd. I had mostly forgiven him after he saved me from the Noah situation. He had also let me spend the n
