Why did that turn me on? I wasn't supposed to care. He was just the bodyguard, the overbearing shadow.
Hours flew by in a haze of dancing and drinks. Tyler stuck close, his hands wandering more boldly sliding over my hips, brushing my ass.
I let it happen, arching into him just enough to keep the show going. Every time I looked out, Jax was there, eyes locked on the house, jaw set like stone.
By midnight, the party's energy started winding down, people stumbling out to Ubers. Sarah found me in the kitchen, giggling. "You okay to drive home?"
I shook my head. "Jax is outside." She waggled her eyebrows. "Your hot bodyguard? Lucky." I rolled my eyes but felt that flush again.
Stepping into the cool night air was a shock after the stuffy house. Jax was right where I'd left him, door op
