It leaves me reeling, emotions flipping from uncertainty to desire to anger. And I don’t know how to voice any of it, the knot tightening as I stand there, caught in his gaze, my pulse racing as I peer around. If he loses control, he could seriously hurt me, and no one would be here to stop him.
The training grounds are deserted at this hour. “Autumn?” he coaxes, waving me to come closer. Jaxson seems different today, there’s a gentleness in his approach, his gaze softer, as if he recognizes the trepidation bubbling under my skin. As we begin, the tension between us settles into something almost tangible.
He demonstrates a series of stretches. I mimic him, clumsy and stiff, my limbs heavy with sleep and apprehension. Every movement feels magnified in the silence, my hoodie too warm, my l
