JAX
Brown strands tugged between my fingers…
Icy blues engulfing my very being.
Tracing along her cheeks with my nose, inhaling her sweet, spiced scent…
Flushed skin quivering against the panes of my chest.
Soft lips, a sweet tongue, and the playful nip of teeth…
Even in hibernation, Jolie’s with me. She’s always on my mind. I can always sense her joy, sorrow, and strength, thanks to the mate mark emblazoned on my chest. Every time she dances, the music echoes through her bones, pulsing within my own, just as her heart beats within my chest with its comforting thrum. A metronome I use to measure the months apart.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I toss and turn.
Waiting.
Silence.
I continue to rock, fighting my deep slumber as I wait for that pounding. That pulse. A melody that’s etched itself between my ribs.
But it doesn’t come.
Something’s wrong.
Draggingmyself out of hibernation is always a struggle. I’ve worked extra hard during the winters I can see Jolie, not wanting to do anything to lose more time with her. If that means doubling up my icy workload as I deliver winter up and down the east coast, then so be it.
She’ll always be worth it.
My eyes snap open. Popping up in bed, I bring my palm over my chest, waiting for the steady thud… Even a faint one…
Silence.
I spring out from the covers, padding across the room—
That’s when I see the curls of words woven between frost along my windowsill.
I’m here.
I’m. Here.
Fuck.
No, no, no.
This can’t be happening.
