I wake up to Jax’s lips on my forehead. I partially open my eyes and see his fuzzy outline through my sleepy haze.
“Hey.” I yawn and stretch my arms out above my head.
Coming into focus now, I see Jax sitting on the side of the bed, studying me with an expression I can’t place.
“Morning.” Jax’s tone is very businesslike. “So, I have to run. We have some stuff to do with the team before the game. Our friend Stella is going to stop by sometime this morning and drop off your tickets. I’ll find you at some point afterward, once the team has finished going over the game, okay? I’m not sure how long it will take, but I’ll text you when we’re done, and we’ll meet up. A spare set of keys is hanging on the hook by the door. Just lock up when you leave, all right?”
“Okay. Good luck. Love you.”
