Jax’s eyes snapped open. They were bloodshot, focused entirely on my face. For a heartbeat,it seemed like the gym disappeared.
With a final growl, Jax locked out his elbows.I moved instantly, hooking his fingers under the bar and guiding it back onto the rack with a heavy, final thud.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Jax didn't get up. He stayed flat on the bench, his chest heaving,I didn't pull away. I stayed bent over him, my hands still gripping the rack, effectively pinning Jax between my arms.
"Good set," I whispered.
Jax looked up at me, the sweat dripping from his temple onto the bench. He reached up, his hand shaking slightly and grabbed my forearm. His grip was hot. "Why do you do that?" Jax asked.
"Do what?"
"Look at me like you’re waiting for me to save you," J
