I batted my eyes and slowly became aware of my consciousness. Just barely awake, realizing I slept on the couch. As I lay there, I started to feel the cool leather underneath me. I take a deep breath and let my belly fill with air. I turn over to face the middle of the room.
At first I did not register who was in my living room in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and lifted my head up lightly. Squinting, and disoriented, I make the connection that my best friend in the whole world laying below me. Jax.
Of course it was Jax. The memories of last night come coursing back. He was peacefully sleeping on his back under a thin top sheet.
I remember texting him, shortly before I must have blacked out.
Wine.
I wonder what state I was in when he got here.
I look down at my body. I feel nothing amiss. No condoms around. We've never even kissed before. But he's never stayed over either.
I recently had a bad breakup with a man that had no business breaking hearts.
Jax has been there for me the whole time. I've never felt safer and more cared for than in the last 2 months.
As I lay pressed against the sofa I find myself entranced looking at his body. The sun gleaming off the golden hairs on his chest. The way his lips are slightly curled up and brow furled. I wonder what he could be dreaming about.
His shoulders and traps look so perfect and his soft snore put me at ease.
I feel a pull in my tummy suddenly.
Jax shifts slightly putting one leg slightly creased
and then reaching down to his....
He quickly adjusted it which set off a chain reaction underneath the top sheet.
My mouth gaped. 'No freaking way.' I thought.