Jax's P.O.V.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she took the box from me, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I’d crossed some unspoken line. I wasn’t great at this kind of thing—hell, half the time I didn’t even know what I was doing. But with Sam, it was different. She deserved something real, something solid, after everything we’d been through.
Her lips curved into a shy smile as she opened the box. For a second, I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. The delicate silver ring inside caught the soft glow of the streetlights, the tiny blue gemstone sparkling like it had been made just for her.
“Jax,” she breathed, looking up at me.
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s nothing fancy, just... I wanted you to have it. Call it a good-luck charm for tonight.”
Her eyes softened, and
