Jax’s POV
Dhalia’s laughter fills the room, warm and bright, and I can’t help but grin down at her. She’s always had a way of making everything feel lighter, even on days like this when the weight of everything presses down hard.
But even as I hold her pinned beneath me, her grin turns playful, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You know,” she says, her voice dripping with teasing, “I still haven’t gotten my stripper routine.”
I roll my eyes, smirking. “You’re not letting that go, are you?”
“Why should I?” she shoots back, arching an eyebrow. “You owe me. I mean, you practically kidnapped me, Jax. And you still haven’t made it up to me.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I push up, sitting back on my heels. “Kidnapping you was the best thing that ever happened to us, and you know it. But fin
