MILA'S POV
The last night of the road stretch had us back at the Grand Majestic for one more stop before heading home. My body still carried the ache from all the stolen moments with Jax, but my heart felt full in a scary way. After the game win, the team scattered, and I slipped up to the rooftop terrace again, needing air. The city lights below looked extra pretty tonight, like they knew something was shifting.
Jax showed up ten minutes later, his long hair loose and blowing in the warm breeze. He didn’t say anything at first, just walked over and pulled me into his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear.
“Last night here,” he said low. “Feels different.”
“Yeah.” I looked up at him, dimples showing even though nerves twisted in my belly. “We’ve been playing with fire this whol
