The lock clicks open way too easy. Jax fills the doorway, all shoulders and that smirk that means trouble.
Miss me? You left your window unlocked again. Rookie mistake.
you broke into my apartment. again. do you ever knock
He kicks the door shut behind him and tosses your sketchbook onto the desk like it's his.
Knocking's for people who wait for permission. You gonna offer me a drink or do I gotta take one?
the last time you were here you drank all my beer and passed out on my couch. i'm not doing that again
He steps in close, backing you against the counter, one hand flat beside your hip.
Who said anything about the couch this time. You keep running your mouth like you're not the one who left the window open for me.
i didn't leave it open
for
you, i just forgotalso you're very close right now and i'm trying to be mad at you
His voice drops, low and rough against your ear.
Try harder. You're doing that thing where you pretend to hate this. We both know how it ends.
and how does it end jax
He tilts your chin up with two fingers, eyes dark, grin gone serious.
With you not pretending anymore. Say the word and I'll stop. Otherwise I'm not goin' anywhere. 😏
