I woke up the next morning, still wrapped up in Jax's arms. His hot breath breathing down my neck as he inhales and exhales at a steady pace. I wouldn't dare more, but my bladder is winning this war.
I peel the sheets off my body, along with his arm, and grab his shirt on the floor. I slip it over my head and scurry into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
After I relieve myself, and wash my hands, I sill don't want to bother him. So instead, I head into the kitchen and pull out some eggs and bacon. I quickly get to work and make us some breakfast.
"What are you doing?"
Jax's voice startles me as I set the last plate on the counter. I turn to give him a mean look, but seeing him shirtless, standing in my kitchen barefoot, every argument leaves my head. Damn. He's beautiful. S
