Jaxon Cage, the man who kissed me like I was the air he breathed, whose touch lit me on fire, and who watched me come undone before getting on his knees to devour me.
Yep, definitely out of my mind.
With a quiet groan, I reached for my phone and tried to find a distraction.I opened my email, scrolled through every unread promotional message, then course notifications, then case notes.Nothing.Everything was already open or done.
I would curse my organized brain for this later.
Clicking on Instagram, I casually browsed my feed, slowly getting lost in the world of others.I had no time to keep up with social media—and after Chase and Lori's announcement, I had no interest in being on there for long.My thumb swiped across the screen, and I was halfway through my feed when his name appeared on a post Nerissa shared.
Jaxon had posted a new tattoo.
It was an arrangement of planets swirling around an hourglass, the lines precise and fluid all at once.It was intricate and beautiful, breathtaking even.I couldn't believe he drew something like this.The patience it must’ve taken to design and replicate this… Gosh.
Curiosity got the better of me before I could stop it.
I tapped his profile.
It didn't surprise me that it was mostly tattoo work and murals—both pieces in progress and finished art.But mixed in were photos of him.And did he not own a shirt?There were too many shirtless ones.
My breath caught on one in particular—him leaning back against his bike, his tattoos out on full display, stretching across his chest and down his arms.He was smirking at the camera like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Like he knew what he was doing to me.
Against my better judgment, I zoomed in.Traced the ink with my eyes.Noticed the chain around his neck, the same one he always wore.The jellyfish pendant rested against his skin, familiar now in a way that made my chest tighten.
“Ugh, why couldn't you be ugly?”I groaned, staring too long at the photo.“Why can't you make me hate you?”
His eyes stared back at me, and I had to shut my own to bring myself back to focus.Releasing a ragged breath, I zoomed back out.
But my thumb slipped and the heart lit up the screen.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, sitting bolt upright.
I unliked it instantly, heart pounding, as if that would erase the evidence.I dropped my phone onto the bed like it had burned me.
Why must the universe hate me?
Seconds passed.Then minutes.
Exhaling a breath of relief, I sank back into the sheets when my phone lit up.My heart sank straight into my stomach at the sight of his name.
JAXON
You stalking me, trouble?
My cheeks flushed instantly and my grip on the phone tightened.I kept looking at the screen, hoping that the message would disappear, but luck was never on my side when it came to men.
SAVANNAH
No.
JAXON
My notifications say otherwise.
SAVANNAH
I was looking at something
