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“Are you sure?” he double-checks, and I nod. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and I shake my head. He nods, too, and then he leans in to kiss me again. His moves are deliberately slow, giving me time to back out.
I don’t.
Instead, I lift my head and meet him halfway. It surprises us both and, for an instant, we both remain frozen. But we quickly snap out of it and start kissing again.
We stay that way for a while, giving each other lazy but purposefully kisses, our lips whispering secrets to each other, getting to know each other. Sometimes, he seeks answers, delving lower and kissing the side of my neck, softly sucking, subtly whispering that they crave more but never fully taking. It’s not in books or movies, those crazy, wild, intense kisses where teeth are clanking together and we can barely breathe. It’s a slow tune, a musical build-up, an acoustic guitar working its way to a chorus. Every brush of his fingers, every touch of his tongue, it’s a beat, a rhythm, begging me to sing it.
To be honest, I probably could’ve done this all day, until the sun rose and set again, until my lips are swollen and bruised, until every muscle I have is so deliriously tired, I just drift off to sleep with the feel of him still on me.
Everywhere.
On my tongue.
On my lips.
On every inch of my flesh.
Even on my scars.
And that might be the most beautiful part of all. That these ugly words that stain brutal moments on my side, that silently weep pain on a daily basis, don’t bleedingly ache right now.
I could’ve gone like this forever, but a loud bang on the wall shatters the moment. Jax and I both startle, and that poetry our lips were creating stops mid-verse.
“Jax, turn the damn music down!” Zay shouts through the wall. “I need to make a phone call!”
Jax and I trade a look, and then Jax rolls his eyes and blows out a sigh.
“He’s such a drama queen. The music’s not even that loud.”
I giggle, and a smile touches his lips.
“It really isn’t,” I agree. “Maybe he just isn’t into this song?” Or maybe he’s just grumpy.
“Yeah, maybe.” He’s propped up on one arm and stares down at me with a crease between his brows. “Personally, I love this song.” His voice drops to a whisper as if he’s telling me a fragile secret. “In fact, I think it might become my favorite.” He traces my hairline with his fingertips, brushing strands of hair out of my eyes.
My pulse is racing like a lunatic. I’m uncertain if it’s from the words he spoke, his touch, or the look in his eyes. Then he lowers his lips to mine again to kiss me, and I’m more than ready to go back to that quiet, peaceful, poetically lyrical moment. But his phone rings, and it quiets the music playing from the speaker.
Sighing heavily, Jax pushes off the bed and walks over to pick it up. Coldness instantly starts to creep through my flesh and bones. I want him to come back and breathe heat into my body again. But when he answers the phone, I can tell he’s talking to Hunter, and it reminds me that I was supposed to be coming up here to wake up Jax, not make out with him on his bed for who knows how long. It also reminds me of the last time Jax and I kissed, and Hunter caught us and was visibly upset. I’m still not sure why. I wonder if he’ll get upset again if he finds out what we were just doing.
“Yeah, I know,” Jax says to Hunter. He’s standing over by the speaker, doing that thing where he gnaws on his thumb ring.
The noise always drives me crazy, and it’s bad for his teeth, so I get up, tug the hem of my shirt down, and cross the room toward him.
He watches me curiously as I stop in front of him, reach up, and remove his ringed finger away from his mouth. Then I offer him a smile, which he returns. I move to step back, but he places a hand on my hip, holding me in place then drawing me closer.
The way his hand curves around my hip makes my heart sputter.
“I said I already know, man,” Jax says as he absentmindedly slips his arm around to my back, causing me to shift closer to him.
My hands drift to his chest again, right along the scars. It’s not an intentional move. It just happens, and his muscles constrict. But he doesn’t move me away. He holds me in place, holds me close to him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, shaking his head while lightly tracing his fingers back and forth along my lower back. “I know.”
I graze my finger along one of the scars. I can’t see them, but I can feel them, so much like my own.
Poor Jax. In so much pain.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
