Jax’s POV
The room was quiet. Just the two of us. Finally. I stood behind Layla, my hands on her waist, pulling her close. She fit against me perfect, like she was made to be there. Her head tilted back, resting on my chest, her eyes looking up at me. God, those eyes. Green and warm and full of something I didn't deserve. My phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Tyler. Probably another one of his ideas, trying to impress me, prove himself. I silenced it.
Layla looked at me. "You should answer. Might be important."
"Nothing's more important than this." I put the phone on the nightstand. Turned back to her.
She smiled. Small. Sweet. I looked at her. Really looked. At the way her hair fell soft on her shoulders. At the tiny scar above her eyebrow from when she fell as a kid. At the lips I'
