MILA'S POV
I woke up in Jax’s bed the next morning with his heavy arm across my waist. His long hair was spread across the pillow, face relaxed in sleep. I slipped out quiet, heart still warm from last night but nervous about that box waiting at home. The old merch felt like a secret I wasn’t ready for him to see yet. Too embarrassing. Too much like admitting I’d crushed on him hard for years.
I got dressed fast and kissed his forehead before leaving. “Work calls,” I whispered. He mumbled something and pulled me back for a sleepy kiss, but I slipped away smiling.
At the agency, I shoved the box even deeper in my closet when I got home quick at lunch. Buried it behind shoes and old blankets. Out of sight. Then I headed back to work, yellow heels clicking like normal.
Spencer was at it
