It felt strange hearing this side of Jaxon from someone else—seeing him through someone else’s perspective.And yeah, suddenly the fight in the lobby didn’t look quite the same.
I knew he was defending me, but the lengths he would clearly go to…
I exhaled and leaned back into the couch.“So I'm the bad guy here.”
“Chase is the bad guy,” she corrected, leaning back and nudging my shoulder.“You're just the girl who picked a fight with your man for defending your honor.”
I opened my mouth and shut it.
She realized and laughed.“And you're supposed to be the brains of this friendship.”
Rolling my eyes, I nudged her back.“My brain is focused on my governance class tomorrow.Then I have a ten-thousand-word essay on board diversity mandates.”
She grimaced and turned back to the screen.“Gross.”
Chuckling, I fished through my purse for my phone and frowned when I couldn't find it.Where did I put it?I tried to retrace my steps and couldn't even remember taking it out tonight.Then again, my brain was a little fuzzy on tonight's events—heat crawled over my skin at the thought of the bathroom.
How did we go from that to fighting?
“Oh, yes, that's what I'm missing!”Nerissa exclaimed, now glued to the routine on the TV.
Giving up, I tossed my purse to the side and took another chip, locking into whatever she was watching.I was sure my phone was upstairs, and right now I needed the mental escape.
Let tomorrow's troubles be just that—tomorrow.
26 | Seeing Hearts In Your Eyes
Jaxon
TheelevatorridetoBenji’s floor felt like it took an hour when in reality, it was probably less than thirty seconds.Anger was rattling inside me, stealing any rational thought I'd have the second the doors opened.I marched straight down the hall and pounded on his door hard enough that the wood rattled.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then I braced both hands against the frame and leaned forward, my head hanging between my shoulders as I tried to breathe through the rage boiling inside me.
Punch something.
That was the only thought looping through my head.
Get the anger out before I do something stupid.
Because right now, every muscle in my body was wound tight, adrenaline still pumping through my veins hours after the fight.
Chase’s voice still echoed in my head.
The shit he’d said about Savannah.
The taunting smile on his face when he said she'd never be mine.
The way he looked at Savannah with nothing but contempt and disgust.
Then there was Savannah telling me that I should've walked away and put whatever he said behind me.She didn't care about what he said, and that made it all worse because why the fuck didn't she care?Had he said those things to her before?
I let out a sharp breath through my nose and squeezed my eyes shut.My jaw was clenched so hard it hurt, unable to rationalize the hint of betrayal beneath the anger.
