The packhouse had finally gone quiet.
Down the hall, laughter and footsteps had faded into silence, leaving only the hum of the wind outside.
I led Jax into my bedroom and I closed and locked the door behind me. When I turned to look at Jax, he looked just as nervous as me, but the look in his eyes also burned with anticipation and longing.
The faint glow of the moon slipping through her curtains. I walked over to him as he had already made it into the middle of my room and he could see that I was nervous. But I had never been more sure of anything in my life.
When I finally looked up again, Jax’s gaze hadn’t moved. It was soft but intense, the kind of look that made me forget the distance between us.
The air shifted. The steady beat of her heart filled her ears. She could feel her wo
