I awaken to warm hands caressing my stomach under my shirt. I open my eyes to find Jax peering at me, a thoughtful expression gracing his face. He appears wide-awake, and I get the impression that he might have been watching me for some time.
“Jax.” My voice is quiet, my vocal cords still waking up from the very comfortable and needed nap. “What time is it?”
The apartment is still quiet, indicating that our drunk friends haven’t returned from their night of partying.
“It’s eleven.”
Eleven at night is still early for a Saturday, so it is no wonder that no one is back yet.
The pained look in Jax’s eyes has returned, but before I can really look at him and analyze his expression too much, his lips find mine.
All lingering drowsiness vanishes immediately as my body responds to its favori
