That afternoon turned into a real ordeal all on its own.
I did everything I could to shake it off.
I took a romance book that's been sitting on my nightstand since God knows when. It was a story about a particular flawless couples tumbling head over heels for each other. I fixed my eyes on one single paragraph for a solid twenty minutes straight. The letters ran together in a haze.
Nothing came into focus except Jax's look right when he spoke those words. Nothing registered but the echo of his touch deep inside, how he kissed me exactly the way I needed it, how he pulled back suddenly like touching me was a trap he had to break free from.
I flung the book hard across the room. It smacked against the wall with a flat sound and landed splayed out like some wounded thing that stopped movi
