Jax's POV
These wounds are the worst. It was our second day at Myrtle Beach, and l could only watch from afar as Elena swam in her black two-piece bikini.
I grew irritated watching other men throw appreciative glances her way. l also envied how freely she could enjoy the salty water without worrying about her skin.
That woman from yesterday… l knew l shouldn’t blame her, but she was the reason l was suffering now! If she hadn’t hugged me while trying to help, the injuries wouldn’t have worsened.
“Jax!” Elena stood up from the shoreline and waved enthusiastically. She wore a yellow two-piece swimsuit with high-waisted bottoms, yet she still turned heads effortlessly. Meanwhile l sat on a beach chair, covered in bandages, wearing a white beach polo, black shorts, and brown sunglasses. l
