“No,” I said flatly, my eyes back on the building.My stomach twisted—not anger, exactly.Something tighter.More complicated.
“When the… you barely know her to be living with her.”
Nerissa shrugged, already unbuckling her seatbelt.“She offered.I needed a place, and there's an empty floor in her place.It makes sense.”
Uh, no the fuck it doesn't.
I leaned back against the seat, dragging a hand down my face as the news settled in.Savannah.Nerissa.Same space.Same roof.
“Well,” Ari said, clapping his hands together, “this just got interesting.”
11 | Match Made In Heaven
Jaxon
Webarelykilledtheengine before everyone started moving.I looked up at the townhouse as if it held all the answers to the want running through me.
“You can park right there!”Nerissa yelled, directing the moving truck behind us to the single parking space in front of the house.
“Be right back,” I said, already stepping away.
No one questioned it.
The front door opened easily, warm air spilling out to meet me.The place hit me all at once—light, clean, intentional.Savannah, through and through.
The townhouse was modern European in a way that felt effortless rather than forced.Pale wood floors stretched wide beneath my boots, a complement to the denim-blue painted walls.Tall windows let in the last bits of the setting sun, leaving soft shadows across the space.Everything had a purpose—not that I'd expected anything less from a woman like Savannah.
A cream sofa stretched along the windows with a wooden coffee table in the center.I reached for one of the books stacked neatly on top, shaking my head at the title.
“Of course they're law books,” I said, chuckling.
I put the book down and was about to look around for her when her voice drifted down from upstairs.
“Nerissa?I'll be right there!”
Saved me the time of looking for her.
I took the stairs two at a time, glancing in rooms until I found the right one.
And there she was.
My trouble.
Her door was ajar, light spilling out into the hall.I creaked it open a little more, pausing at the threshold to just look at her.Savannah stood by her desk, laptop open, sleeves pushed up her forearms.She was so focused, she hadn’t heard me—biting her bottom lip as she scanned whatever was on the screen.
What I wouldn't give to bite that lip…
I hadn't seen her since our date night, and there was something to be said about the way she looked right now.Anticipation warred in my chest, bringing up the heat from last night.
Fuck, if just seeing her was causing this reaction, what would touching her be?
I drew a breath to steady myself and rolled my shoulders back.
Get it together, Jax.
Abandoning the threshold, I moved quietly into the room and closed the distance between us until I was right behind her.Then I slid a hand around her waist, electricity humming through me at the connection.She tensed instantly and I smirked, leaning in so my mouth brushed the shell of her ear.
“You’ve been ignoring me, trouble.”A sweet little gasp escaped her lips.“That isn't any way to treat your boyfriend, is it?”
