Chapter Twenty-Two
I hated being right. Being “just friends” with Jax was hard. Over the past few weeks, I’d gotten to know him better, and I wished I hadn’t. He was the kind of guy who opened doors, said good morning to strangers, and ran blocks down the street to return a piece of paper that was accidentally dropped, just in case the person needed it.
His athletic physique and devastatingly handsome face made it even more difficult. I couldn’t stop staring at the guy. Sitting in class next to him, all I could think about was how it’d feel to run my tongue along his chiseled jaw or glide my hands over his washboard abs. And when he’d catch me staring and gaze at me with his intoxicating sapphire eyes, it took everything I had not to jump the poor guy.
And those dimples. Oh my god. He w
