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

“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

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

I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing, only, it wasn't a tone I recognized as my own. Then, I felt something shifting beneath me. I had spend the night on the futon... with Jax. "Chief," Jax spoke into the phone, his voice gruff with sleep. I sat up off of him, feeling warm and tingly after having spent the night cuddled beside him. That was the best sleep I'd had in a long time. "You want her to what?" He asked, pushing himself into a sitting position. He ran a hand through his dark hair. More silence followed. "Isn't that risky? Pulling her out of hiding for this?" He said. Now my interest was peaked. I did not like the tone of his voice; I knew whatever it was wasn't good. "Yeah... okay," he agreed. "We will be on our way within the hour."He hung up then, sighing as he stood up off the futon. "What is it?" I asked, feeling impatient. He turned to me. "They think they caught one of the guys. Not the kingpin, but they think this is his right hand man. He's the one who we

I didn't wake up again until I felt myself being lifted from my seat. My eyes fluttered open to reveal that Jaxon was holding me to his chest. He nudged the door closed behind him as he turned towards the hotel. "Jaxon?" I asked, "Why didn't you wake me?" "You've had an exceptionally taxing day. I figured I'd let you get some sleep." "But... you hate carrying me," I said with a yawn. "Correction— I hate carrying you when I'm pissed at you and/or you're drunk. This," he said, bouncing me up and down a little in his arms, "isn't half bad.""Well, I'm awake now, so feel free to set me down. Don't we need to go get the key?" "Nope, I already checked us in," he admitted. "You left me alone in the car?" I questioned."Oh relax," he said, "it was only for a minute, and I had eyes on the car the entire time."I chuckled as he continued carrying me towards the room. "What about our bags?" "I brought them in already.""Oh my god! You left me twice!" I teased. "Again, relax. I'm not gonn