I felt Jax lie down beside me and my heart was beating too fast. Even when I am drunk, he still smells so good. Our bodies were too close with one another and when I turned to him, he was already looking back at me. Our faces were inches apart that I could even feel his breath on my face. I was drunk; I knew that but even if that was the case it was still clear to me whatever was going on. He was lying beside me and was looking at me as if I was some fragile little girl. That's what I hate about him too; he could make me feel that I am way too special for him without even trying. I mean, he has a girlfriend but he could still captivate me without doing anything. Maybe that's just how he is.
"Why were you drinking too much?" He suddenly asked in a soft voice.
I groaned. "B-because of yo
