Alex's POV
The rock I was sitting on was flat and a little warm from the sun, but I didn’t care. Jaxon and I were finally talking, like really talking, and I’d take that over comfort any day.
I looked at him, trying to read the look on his face. He hadn’t said anything in a while, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t read his face. He just sat there, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground like it held the answers he didn’t want to give me.
“Did my question make you uncomfortable?” I asked again, my voice lower this time.
A few seconds passed, and then a few more.
Finally, he let out a long breath. “Yeah,” he said. “It did.”
I nodded slowly. I already knew that, but hearing him admit it out loud… it stung a little more than I expected.
“Again, I really didn’t mean to make
