We sat on the floor for a long while, and I almost fell asleep. His body was warm and comfy, and the arms around me felt safe. But he nudged me under my chin, so I looked up. I saw Jax's eye color again, and my face broke out into a smile. His eyes were a welcome sight.
"Hi," I said, linking my arms around his shoulders and turning in his lap, facing him.
"What did he do?" he asked, not even saying hello. His voice was on edge, and he held my face between his hands, stroking some hair away. His brows furrowed, and he eyed my face for signs of distress like he expected me to be either mad or hurt.
I smiled at his concern. I get why he was nervous about it; after all, I had been too. And with the history between myself and his wolf, he should be.
"He didn't do anything I didn't want h
