help!!!!
Laughing at his familiar distress, I used the full-length mirror on my wall to snap a selfie for him. Then, to show him that I empathized with him, I took a picture of my destroyed closet and sent that too.
I feel your pain
But you’ll look good no matter what you wear
Says the supermodel
[laughing emoji] I’m hardly a supermodel
Your humble demeanor will not help me choose an outfit
Wear something dark red, maybe a burgundy if you have it. Then pair that with your favorite pair of jeans or something.
I DO have something red. thank you xxxooo
We’re not nervous at all, are we?
Not even a little
My eyes caught the time on my phone, and I let out a little curse. “Shit.”
gtg. Jax will be here soon and I need to finish getting ready. See you soon, gorgeous
xoxo
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I made a mad dash to the bathroom to tame my mop of hair. It was getting a bit long and it would need a trim soon, but I hadn’t found time yet. I had, however, found time to retouch my roots, turning everything a satisfying shade of almost platinum blonde. Was it good for my hair? Not really. Did I care? Not a bit.
I’d just managed to get my hair to cooperate when my phone buzzed with a notification from the front door of my building. Jax was here and waiting for me. Instead of making him walk to my apartment to get me, I texted him that I’d be right out and I met him in the lobby.
He stood with his back toward me, facing outside, so the first thing I saw were his wide shoulders and the way his body tapered to a narrow waist. His jeans fit him like a glove, and they made his ass look remarkable. I’d always thought Jax was hot as hell, but now that he was mine, there was something even sweeter about looking at him.
“Hey,” I said and he spun around at the sound of my voice. His gaze raked over me even as he stepped closer, reaching for me like he couldn’t get his hands on me fast enough.
“Hey, yourself. You look incredible.” Jax brushed a kiss against my cheek, but when I angled for one on the mouth, he laughed and pulled away. “If I start kissing you now, we’re going to be late picking up our other boyfriend, and that wouldn’t be very nice.”
“Our otherboyfriend. I wasn’t aware that was a term we were using.” I twined our fingers together and let him lead the way outside. Having Jax drop the B-word so casually, like it was a foregone conclusion, healed something in me. It seemed like I’d waited forever to feel like I was really important to someone the way they were to me.
“I figured it was time to make it official. When we pick up Asher, we can break the news that he’s stuck with us.” Jax squeezed my hand.
“I don’t hate the sound of that,” I admitted to him, even though I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
“It’s about damned time if you ask me.” Jax chuckled softly.
“I can’t believe you just sat on your crush on me for what? Three years? You should have said something.”
Jax opened the passenger door of his car. “I don’t know, Blue. I think it’s working out exactly how it was meant to.”
He dusted a kiss against my cheek then motioned for me to get in the car.
All the way to get Asher, Jax’s words rolled around in my head. Three years ago I definitely hadn’t been ready for someone like him. The time I’d spent avoiding relationships had also been spent getting to know myself. Three years ago I was a guy who’d felt like he needed to be in love to be worth something to someone. And when they didn’t love me back, it destroyed me. I’d tied so much of my self-worth up in how people felt about me. I probably had daddy issues, but who didn’t?
Jax didn’t. I stole a glance at him as he drove. Admiring his profile, the upward tilt of his mouth, the smooth, freshly shaved face. Without my consent, my gaze traveled lower to his thick thighs and the bulging denim. When I dragged my gaze back to his face, I was met with a grin.
“Like what you see?” He glanced at me. “I told you I owned real pants.”
“I might burn all your basketball shorts.”
