Jax's P.O.V.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made my heart stop. I froze, mid-reach for my shirt, my blood running cold.
“Jax,” Sam whispered, her voice trembling. She was still sprawled out on the couch, hair a wild mess, a blanket half-draped over her legs. Her eyes darted to mine, panic written all over her face. “Is that…?”
“s**t,” I muttered under my breath, bolting upright. My jeans were still on the floor, tangled with her sweater. “They’re home.”
Sam scrambled to sit up, clutching the blanket to her chest. “What do we do?”
“Get dressed. Fast.” My voice came out as a harsh whisper.
The car door slammed shut outside, and the sound sent us both into a frenzy. I yanked my jeans off the floor, hopping on one foot as I tried to shove my legs into them. “Where’s my shir
