Jax's P.O.V.
I walked into the living room, just in time to save Sam from the scrutinizing look from her mother. I had heard the question too.
Seeing how she hadn't responded, I figured I'd have to do some quick thinking of my own.
“So, wearing clothes inside out is the new in thing now, huh?” I tease, my voice light as I give her a playful punch in the arm.
She turns to me with that mischievous grin that always makes my stomach do flips. “You’re just mad because you didn’t figure it out first.”
I raise an eyebrow, not missing the wink that follows. “I’ll admit it. You’ve got a talent for fashion,” I say with a smirk, enjoying the way she’s taking it all in stride.
Sam laughs, adjusting her shirt and smoothing it down.
Sam’s mom seems taken aback in the doorway, a look of confusion
