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I really don’t.
But I want to.
I want to understand everything about these guys.
“Yeah, you are.” Hunter gives a short pause. “I want to … I think I want to try.”
Jax lifts his head up, his eyes widening. “Seriously?”
I can’t see Hunter’s response, but I sense him since Jax bobs his head up and down.
I don’t want to ruin their moment since they both appear to be calming down, but …
“Can I ask a question?” Then I stupidly raise my hand, you know, because I’m me.
A trace of a smile appears on Jax’s pretty lips. “You can always ask a question, sweetheart. You don’t have to ask if you can.”
“You also don’t have to raise your hand, even if it’s adorable,” Hunter says, his hand finding my waist.
Jax’s gaze drops to Hunter’s hand on my waist, and for a slamming heartbeat of a moment, his brows knit. But then he erases the look, and his expression is calm when he meets my gaze.
“What’s your question, sweetheart?” he asks as I lower my hand.
There he goes again with thesweetheartterm. I used to think I’d never be the sort of girl who liked cute nicknames, but I’ll admit that it’s growing on me.
“I was just wondering what you two are talking about,” I say, shifting my weight. “Because it kind of feels like you were having some sort of secret conversation.”
Jax’s gaze briefly flickers to Hunter, and I internally sigh.
“It’s nothing really.” Hunter is the one to respond, giving my side a gentle squeeze. “Honestly, I was just looking at Jax because he’s so sexy.”
Jax shakes his head while I snort a laugh.
“Funny,” I tell Hunter.
“You think me thinking Jax is sexy is funny?” Hunter questions amusedly. “Man, baby, you’re mean.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” I turn to look at him. He’s so close that our lips almost brush, and I have to slant back. “Stop trying to cause drama.”
His lips threaten to turn upward. “I never do that.”
Now Jax is the one to snort a laugh. “You so do. All the time.”
I grin at Jax. “He does, doesn’t he? I’ve barely known him for a few days and have picked up on that.”
Something unreadable flashes in Jax’s eyes. He exchanges a look with Hunter and, boy oh boy, do I have a lot of questions about that.
Do they know the same thing I suspect Zay might already know?
That we may have known each other once upon a time?
My mother had once warned me to keep quiet about my past, like I knew anything about it. Now, I feel like my brain is screaming the opposite to me.
Tell them!
Ask them!
Who cares at this point if they think you’re crazy!
