“Meet you there in ten,” Jax declared, and I heard the familiar beep of his car unlocking.
“Ten?”
“Gotta stop and get supplies. We’re gonna need wine and chocolate.”
“Jax?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know if wine’s gonna cut it. We may need tequila.”
“That bad, hey? No worries. See you in a minute.”
Somehow, I made it home and parked without hitting a pole. Honestly, it wouldn’t have shocked me if I side-swiped a car. My mind was so pre-occupied, and as I grabbed my bag from the back seat, I realised I didn’t remember a damn thing from the drive. Forcing myself to not look at my phone, I dropped it into the bottom of my bag, pretending it didn’t exist. Trudging towards my door, I felt like I had a grenade in my bag, ready to explode at any second.
As soon as I was through the door, I headed straight to my bedroom, stripping as I went. Down to only my underwear, mismatched bra and favourite striped socks, I threw myself dramatically onto my bed and yanked a pillow over my head before screaming into it.
Once I finished moaning and groaning, I tucked the pillow under my head and just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I was trying to figure out a way to get myself out of the shit storm I’d created for myself. Maybe Luca could be persuaded to pretend it never happened. I mean, if he was a gentleman, surely he could just ignore my oversight. Surely that wasn’t asking him too much. After all, ignorance was bliss. Or so I’d heard.
“Honey, I’m home,” Jaxson sing-songed before I heard the definite bang of the door closing behind him. One thing I’d learnt about Jax a long time ago and given up trying to change was the boy was loud. In every single thing he did, he was loud.
Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair and let out a heavy sigh.
“Oh geez, Elise! Cover that shit up! You could traumatise someone!” Jax exclaimed, putting his hands over his eyes and flopping down on my bed beside me.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I reminded him, taking great pleasure in watching him squirm.
Nudging me with his shoulder, Jax had a wide, mischievous smile stretched across his face. “So, what’s happening?”
“Remind me again why I called you.”
“Cos you love me.”
“Debatable.”
“Or is it, I love you? Isn’t that what you messaged me. Hang on a second. Let me check.” My cheeks burned as Jax pulled his phone out of his pocket and stared at the screen. “Oh wait. That’s right. That was Luca you messaged, not me.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I can pretty much guarantee that it’s something I’m never going to let you forget.”
Prick. I knew he was telling the truth too. Part of me wished I’d never told him. But I knew me. There was no way I couldn’t tell him. Jax was my person. The one I told everything. The one I trusted with all my secrets and all my fears.
“Have you heard from him?”
“I turned my phone off,” I admitted.
“What? Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to know.”
“Where’s your phone,” Jax huffed, slapping his hand down on my thigh and standing up, towering over me.
“Why?”
“Cos I wanna see his reply,” Jax declared. He was assuming Luca had replied. If I was him, I wouldn’t have.
“He hasn’t replied,” I told him.
