The air in the bedroom was so still it felt heavy. After the chaos of the steakhouse and the suffocating ride back, the silence of the room was loud. The only light coming from the moon was casting long shadows across the rug.
Jax was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head down, his hands resting on his knees. He hadn't taken his hoodie off yet. I stood by the window, watching the way his chest rose and fell.
"You shouldn't have done that," Jax said.
"Done what?" I asked, though I knew.
"The napkin. The leg. The look." Jax finally looked up.
"You almost blew it, Liam.”
I walked away from the window, stopping a few feet from him. "I wasn’t thinking Jax. I am sorry. I just saw you were uncomfortable. I just wanted to help."
"That’s the problem!" Jax stood up suddenly, pacing the s
