Jax's P.O.V.
I watched from the shadows of the closet, my breath shallow as I tried to stay as quiet as possible. The light from the hallway filtered through the slightly ajar door, casting a faint glow across the room. I could hear Sam moving, the soft rustle of fabric as she grabbed her silky nightgown from the chair by the bed. The cool silk slid between her fingers, and I couldn't help but admire how graceful she looked, even in such a simple motion.
I stifled a smile, but my heart skipped a beat when I heard the familiar sound of footsteps outside the door. Sam froze, glancing toward me with wide eyes. She knew we couldn’t be caught in here, not like this. Not after everything.
Before I could even think about saying something, the door swung open with a quiet creak. There stood my
