Sam's P.O.V.
The moment I step into the hallway, my heart is pounding so loudly I can barely think. I move toward Jax’s room, the door cracked open just enough to hear muffled voices drifting out. Her voice. His low, stumbling replies.
I push the door open a little wider, my chest tightening at the sight before me. Isabella is perched on the edge of Jax’s bed, her legs crossed, leaning forward just enough to give him a clear view down her neckline. Her voice is soft, teasing, and unmistakably flirtatious.
Jax is sitting at his desk, his body stiff and his eyes darting between her and the textbook in front of him. The flush creeping up his neck is impossible to miss, and neither is the way his hands keep fidgeting in his lap, as if trying to shield himself from something he can’t quite c
