Sam's P.O.V.
Jax holds up the phone, his tone sharp. "Your stupid boyfriend was just dropping this off," he snaps, his words stinging more than I want to admit. He’s clearly trying to sound indifferent, but it’s too obvious—he’s annoyed.
I feel the weight of his gaze, but I don’t react immediately. My eyes flicker between where Ethan had been and Jax, then back again. The silence between us is thick, suffocating, and I can feel the air getting heavier with every passing second.
I don’t know what I expected from Jax. But I know it’s not this. The jealousy in his voice cuts through me.
I walk past him toward the kitchen, trying to ignore the tension curling in my stomach, but I can’t shake the feeling that everything between us is changing.
I’m not ready for this. Not ready for whatever
