He moves, his arms wrapping around her. He should be running. Hell, he should be pushing her away, not pulling her closer.
A moan escapes her lips as she reaches up to kiss him, her hands pulling him closer as the need for him burns inside her.
"I'm sorry, Jax, for the whole lap dance thing earlier, Emmi and everything." She hates herself right now.
"Don't, Melodie. I had made it clear I was done with you. I don't hate you. I was filled with jealousy, yes, but hate you, no." He moves to kiss her, his arms lifting her against him as her legs wrap around him.
"Wait, the alarm?" Melodie looks at him, now remembering it.
"It was nothing, baby." He moves to kiss her. Her head turning, she sees he is lying.
"What was it, Jax? Don't lie to me because I swear..."
He nods, placing her down
