The next morning, I woke up with my heart still racing. My hands felt hot, my cheeks burned, and my notebook lay open on my desk.
I didn’t want to think about last night. I didn’t want to think about Jax leaning in, the way his lips had felt against mine, or how safe I had felt in his arms.
But I couldn’t forget.
Jax was already awake. I could see his shadow moving across the floor as he stretched in the hallway. He glanced at me through my open door, and I quickly looked away.
“Morning.” He said softly.
I muttered something that sounded like “morning” back, not wanting to look at him.
We both knew what had happened last night. Neither of us said it out loud.
We didn’t have to.
At school, everything felt different.
I tried to act normal. I walked the halls like I always did, head
