Jax's P.O.V.
The silence after Sam left was deafening. I stared at the door, half expecting her to come back and yell at me some more, half hoping she wouldn’t. The vest felt heavy in my hands, heavier than it should have been. Like it was drenched in all the guilt I’d been trying to shove aside.
I tossed it onto the bed and raked my hands through my hair, frustration clawing at my chest. What the hell was I doing? Last night had been... a mistake didn’t even begin to cover it. I thought it would help, thought it would numb the ache of seeing her with him, but it had only made everything worse.
My room felt suffocating. The walls closed in, mocking me with their silence. I stood, pacing to the window, hoping for some kind of clarity. All I saw was the driveway, empty now, but I couldn’t
