Lena’s POV
My heart jolted in my chest. All I wanted was to keep kissing Jaxon, but he set me back on my feet and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
The back of my head rested against his solid chest. He was warm, big, and steady, and when his fingers drifted through my hair, a shiver slipped down my spine. I thought I heard him give a quiet laugh before his rough fingertips traced over my scalp again.
It was sweet.
It made butterflies come alive inside me.
But it was not real.
This was a performance for his mother, and the reminder stung. My throat tightened as he gently brushed my hair to the side, letting it fall against my collarbone. The tenderness in that gesture made my chest ache.
I tilted my head slightly and caught his gaze. His eyes were focused, maybe a little irrit
