Alex's POV
The moment I asked him what happened, Jaxon pulled away from me like I’d burned him.
His warmth vanished, and so did the hunger in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he was back to being cold and unreadable, the way he usually was when he didn’t want anyone getting too close.
“I’m stepping outside for a bit,” he said abruptly, already backing away. “We both need to cool off.”
He turned, and I saw his muscles tense under the thin fabric of his shirt. He looked like he was about to sprint out the door, and not just because of the full moon.
Because I had touched something he didn’t want touched. Because I had asked something he didn’t want answered, but before he could take another step, I moved without thinking. My hand shot out and grabbed his.
“Wait.”
He froze.
“Jaxon,”
