Keeping the hoodie was a big mistake which became painfully obvious by the third day.
Because right now it was sitting folded carefully on my bed like a physical evidence of my declining mental stability.
Every time I looked at it, I thought about Jax carrying me upstairs, his heartbeat against my cheek, the note, and the fact that he apparently noticed that I was cold which was completely unfair.
I was supposed to be angry at him, but here I was finding it cute.
"You are staring at it again."
I nearly jumped out of my skin before spinning toward the doorway.
Dante leaned against the frame holding a mug of coffee with the expression of someone who had decided that this was the best part of his morning.
"Everyone in this estate needs to stop appearing silently in doorways."
"You l
