MILA'S POV
Waking up in Jax Kingston’s bed felt like a dream I never wanted to open my eyes from.
The morning sun leaked through his heavy bedroom curtains, hitting the sharp angles of his jaw. He was still fast asleep, one massive, tattooed arm thrown over my waist, anchoring my body right against his chest.
I lay there for a minute, barely breathing, just watching him.
With his long dark hair messy on the pillow and his emerald eyes shut, he didn't look like "Glacier," the terrifying NHL goalie everyone was afraid of. He just looked like my Jax.
I smiled, my dimples popping as I carefully traced a finger over the black and grey ink on his forearm. My heart did a happy little flip. Yesterday on the frozen pond had changed everything. The way he loved my body, the way he held me in th
