JAX’S POV.
It was already five days since we arrived here in Florida. Our conversations had gone back to normal, but most of the time, it was about work. I couldn't understand what was off between us. It wasn't like I offended her or she offended me.
But all the same, something was off.
I decided to take her out today for a little sightseeing, and then maybe we could branch by one of the best restaurants I had heard of. I knew she would love the food there.
I walked towards her room, a brown bag in my hand. I stretched my right hand forth to land a knock on the door softly. I heard a low “Come in,” I twisted the knob and then pushed it open.
Today wasn’t much free, but it was a free morning. We had till three before attending to any work. Work has been going smoothly, although it was
