The following morning I woke up before Jax. His steel grip around me felt comfortable and safe, and I smiled as I opened my eyes and welcomed the light that shone into the room. I leaned back into Jax and stretched, a hum of euphoria escaping my lips. Jax stirred a little bit, and his arm around me relaxed, and that way I knew he was awake. I turned in his arms and faced him, and was met by his gorgeous eyes.
Last night, I tried talking to him about us being equal again, since we didn't have the most effective discussion in the shower, but he just kept distracting me all the time. I want to say that I held my ground, but that would be lying. Jax was too good at distractions, and too hard to ignore. We would need to talk about it sometime, though. Although he said some sweet things, I sti
