Dani’s eyes fluttered open.
For a split second, she had no idea where she was. The unfamiliar scent of leather, sweat, and something else—a faint trace of Jax—surrounded her. The warmth of the bed pressed into her skin, and she instinctively reached for the cool side of the sheets, her fingers brushing against something solid—something familiar.
Jax.
She froze.
His body was sprawled across the other side of the bed, his back to her. His breathing was slow, steady, and the rise and fall of his chest was the only thing grounding her in the present. The sunlight, weak but warm, filtered through the curtains, casting everything in a golden haze that felt… dreamlike.
What happened?
She closed her eyes again for a moment, trying to piece together the night before. She remembered the panic—
