As it turns out, Jax’s house bored me to tears when he was busy.
I’d been laying on his bed for over two hours now, waiting on him to come out of his office. I didn’t even want to know what was keeping him so occupied in there.
I huffed, laying on my stomach and burying my face down in his pillow.
So much for alone time.
I’d been at his house for not even a full eight hours, and I was already miserable. Well, miserable was probably way too strong of a word. I was laying on bed sheets that smelled like Jax— his mossy, woodsy smell was wrapped around my face like a cocoon, making it extremely difficult to think.
I blushed, heat rising to my cheeks as I thought about that. I was in his bed. In his house. I’d fall asleep next to him tonight, with nothing between us, for the first tim
