Taylor closed the bedroom door behind her with a soft click and leaned against it for a second, her pulse still racing.
Granola bar in one hand. Heart in the other.
Jax was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair damp from the shower, scrolling through something on his phone like the world wasn’t slightly off its axis right now. She crossed the room and wordlessly handed him the second granola bar. He took it, raising an eyebrow in quiet amusement.
She sat down beside him, not touching him. Not yet.
And then—because dancing around things had never been her style—she dropped the bomb.
“I came to the conclusion that I find Ghost attractive.”
No sugarcoating. No cutesy fluff.
Jax didn’t move, didn’t blink.
Taylor pressed on, needing him to hear everything before he turned that
