Since the "almost-kiss," a week and a half ago, the relationship between Jax and I seemed a little... off. The first day or two, he was glued to my side, ensuring that the coincidental fire was just that... a coincidence. Usually, I liked having him around, but he was behaving like he had when we first met. He was distancing himself again; not physically due to the potential threat, but definitely emotionally. We hadn't had any deep talks, he didn't give me any hugs, and he kept all conversations related to school work, weather, or other mundane things. Even more unfortunate, when Chief confirmed that the fire was just a freak accident and was 100% unrelated to the mob, he was able to distance himself even further. I hated it. I knew that kissing would be crossing a major line. He made it very clear to me that nothing could ever happen between the two of us. But yet... something almost had. I kept replying that night over in my mind. What if Hannah hadn't interrupted? Would he h
Only a minute later, Jax was back, draping a blanket around my shoulders and crouching in front of me again. I must have been a little out of it, because I had completely forgotten that I still had my shoes on. I sat still as he gently removed my shoes and discarded them on the ground before settling in beside me. I knew that Jaxon and I had a sort of... complicated... client-bodyguard relationship; but in times like this, I wasn't sure how close I could get to him. I felt like I needed him; I needed to have him close to me. But at the same time, I didn't want any continued awkwardness. Without overthinking too much, I closed the distance between us, curling into his warm side. I felt him stiffen momentarily, but after a second, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me tighter to him as he leaned us back onto the futon. “Em, I know that you're scared, but I won't let anything happen to you. I will keep you safe. The fire was unrelated, so you don't need to worry. They don
"Sky..." someone's voice drifted to me. "Skyler wake up," it sounded again. Only this time, someone's shoulder was moving beneath my head. My eyes immediately fluttered open. I was momentarily confused as I realized I was seated in one of the lecture halls, my head resting on Jaxon's muscular shoulder. I had slept through the entire Biology lecture, and people were already standing up to leave class. "Shit..." I mumbled, sitting up off of him, "why did you let me sleep through class?"He shrugged. "I tried to wake you at first, but you were really out, so I figured I would just let you sleep. Are you feeling okay?" I nodded. "Just really tired.""That's not really like you..." Jax pressed, grabbing both of our backpacks as he stood up. "Maybe you're getting sick.""Yeah," I yawned, taking my bag from him. "Maybe."I knew I wasn't getting sick. I was just tired because I hadn't really been sleeping well this last week. Ever since I found out that the mob knows I'm alive, my nightma
A few hours later, Jax had kept his promise. I was feeling rested enough to get up and get to the library, where Jax and I had been for almost 2 hours now. "Jax... it's freezing in here," I spoke up after almost an hour of silence. "Wimp," he teased, turning the page in his textbook. "No, seriously," I complained, "I can't focus.""I don't have a sweatshirt for you," he said. "Can you go get me one?" "Do I look like your servant?"I shrugged, "Of sorts." "I'm here to protect you, not wait on you," he smirked, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. "Fine," I said, returning to my studies. It was so uncomfortably cold in here I just wanted to go home, but I knew that if I left to get my own sweatshirt, I would convince myself that I didn't need to be at the library. Which I did. I had a lot to get done for tomorrow. After another 10 minutes or so of suffering, a breeze from the fan hit my bare arms and I shivered hard, crossing my arms over my chest. "Are you being serious
“Sky! Are you okay!?" Jaxon's voice rang out. Thank God. "Yes! I'm good; Go help Hannah, please!" I shouted. I watched from my spot on the ground as Jaxon ran past me, grabbed hold of Drayden, and shoved him forcefully away from Hannah and I. At first I was so invested in watching Jaxon that I was startled when a different set of arms scooped me up and hoisted me to my feet. I let out a soft whimper, and flinched as the skin on my scraped up knees straightened out."It's okay, I got you," Blake cooed. He must have been at the dorms, and I assumed Jax probably brought him as back up. "Are you okay? You're bleeding." "I'm fine... I'm just worried about Hannah," I answered as I leaned against his chest. "Mason, I think she was drugged!" I called to him. Blake snaked an arm around my waist as we watched Jax; Probably for the best, as I felt unstable and dizzy after hitting my head on the ground. "Drayden, stop," Jaxon commanded, holding him against the wall as he thrashed around. "Yo
“Sit down, Ems. we need to clean you up," Jaxon finally said from behind me. He must also think Hannah is too far gone, or he never would have used my real name.I turned to face him, nodding my head as I made my way over. I was too nervous to speak, as I didn't want to say anything that would invite a lecture. He placed his warm hand on my lower back, guiding me to sit on the futon and helping to lower me down gently. He pulled up the ottoman next to me and gently set my legs across his lap. He reached behind him, grabbing a tissue from our mini fridge before dumping some water from his bottle on it. "This knee is pretty bad, so this may sting a little," he warned."Go ahead," I almost whispered. It did sting. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to keep my breathing steady as he dabbed at my wounds. "You okay?" He asked. I just nodded. He continued to wipe away at the wounds, picking my leg up by the calf as he wiped the excess blood from my shin. Now that he was off the worst pa
Blake had only stayed long enough to drop off the first aid kit, but still, the moment had passed between Jax and I. As promised, though, Jax had spent the night with me; well, he spent the night in my room.Once Blake left, Jax had returned to his professional self. He finished up with my injuries and then insisted that I get into bed before I ended up falling asleep on the futon with him.Honestly, I had tried my very best to "fall asleep" on the futon beside him anyway, so that I could spend the night curled in close, but he wasn't having it. I guess there were just some lines he wouldn't cross. At least not yet. But, separate sleeping arrangement aside, I was grateful he stayed in my room. I was worried that Hannah wouldn't be okay. We had woken up every couple hours to make sure she was still breathing, but she appeared to be okay; passed out, but okay. She didn't end up waking up until morning. Jax had long since gone back to his room, and I was currently sitting at my desk,
Honestly, I didn't really want to be at the gym today. Nothing about me was feeling motivated. I supposed I just had a lot on my mind. Not just about Hannah, but I was still freaked out about what Chief had told me a few weeks ago. There hasn't been an update, but still. The mob knowing that I was alive was the first step in them potentially finding me. What if they already had? What if they were on their way? At first, I was having a hard time clearing these thoughts from my mind as I walked on the treadmill, but then I found a welcomed distraction. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't staying on the treadmill this long so that I could watch Jax lift. I had never really been into watching men work out... but this? This I could get used to.It was damn near physically impossible for me to tear my eyes off of him as he curled humongous weights to and from his body, his veins popping out of his biceps; sweat rolling down the sharp contours of his cheekbones. I knew what it felt like to h