-Kat-
"Is that supposed to be you?" he asked, interrupting my silent contemplation of the painting.
I turned my head to face him, feeling a rush of nerves as I met his gaze.
"I don't know. What makes you think it might be?" I replied, my eyes drifting back to the artwork.
Jax reached out, his finger tracing the small square nametag beneath the painting. "Because the painting is called 'Kat'," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
I sighed inwardly, closing my eyes briefly before meeting his gaze again. He was standing closer now, his presence overwhelming. I struggled to maintain my composure as he loomed before me.
"So you came to support her too?" I ventured, grasping for something to say.
Jax nodded, his hands slipping into his pockets. "And because I knew you would be
