The world blurred past her, but Taylor wasn’t focused on scenery.
Her arms wrapped around Jax’s torso, her cheek resting against the back of his shoulder as they rode. There was something deeply calming in the rumble of the bike beneath them, in the quiet promise of where they were headed.
She knew exactly where he was taking her.
The house.
The place where she'd first seen a different side of him—a space touched by care, restored by his own hands and Ghost’s. A place that held pieces of his past and hints of a future they never dared talk about too openly.
Today, it was just for them.
When they pulled up, the house stood quiet and still beneath the midday sun. Jax cut the engine and glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes unreadable but softer than usual.
Taylor slid off the bike,
