Chapter Fourty
I stared at the calendar on the wall, the numbers blurring together. May 15th. I blinked, trying to process it. Tomorrow will be May 16th. My birthday. Not that it mattered. Birthdays had always been a lonely affair in my life. I wasn’t about to start expecting anything different now, even if I was staying with the triplets. Jax was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He was watching me with a softness in his eyes that made my stomach flutter. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and warm. “Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Just... trying to figure out what day it is.” He hummed, stepping closer. “Time’s been weird, hasn’t it?” “You could say that,” I muttered, my gaze dropping to the floor. Jax tilted his head, studying me. “You’ve been cooped up in here for
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