Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes and watch as he swiftly picks her up off the couch and pops her down in her bed, my heart warming at this spectacular man he’s become. He returns a moment later and orders Chinese, remembering all my favorite dishes while I scan through Netflix. He pulls me in beside him, and I’m reminded of all the times we did this as kids.
I’ve barely finished my dinner before I start falling asleep on the couch, my body completely spent. He pulls me in tighter and the next thing I know, he’s sliding me into my bed with a gentle kiss on my lips.
My alarm sounds through my room, and I groan as Bri comes bounding in at six in the morning. Why the hell did we make this stupid pact to run every damn morning? “Oh, thank God,” she says in relief, noticing that Jax didn’t stay the night. “I wasn’t sure if I’d walk in on your morning screw or not.”
“You could have knocked,” I suggest.
“Oh, hell no,” she laughs. “I mean, I don’t want to see you getting it on, but I’m sure watching Jax in action would be a real treat.”
I can’t help but laugh. “It really is.”
Getting out of bed, I pull on my training crop and running shorts, my only motivation being the possibility of seeing Jax out leading his team. I pull my hair up and follow Bri out the door, slamming it closed behind me with a nudge of my ass.
The chilly Denver morning has me desperately wanting to rush back inside to my warm bed, but I’m not that weak. I took on this stupid pact, and I will see it through. We start off with a slow jog to get our bodies warmed up before getting into a proper run when a shiver takes over my body. I glance around me, having the strangest feeling of being watched. I take a good look, but in the darkness, I find nothing. I’m probably just imagining things.
I turn back to face the path, only to have my strange feelings and thoughts interrupted by Chatty Cathy next to me. “So, what’s the story with Jax?” Bri asks. “Last I heard, you were heading to the wedding with a broken heart and now he’s showing up at our door with dinner for me and three orgasms for you.”
“Four actually, but thanks for keeping count,” I laugh. “And for the record, that pizza was for me.”
She shrugs her shoulders and grins. “You were letting it go cold. What was I supposed to do?”
I roll my eyes and get on with the story. “My stupid brother invited him to be one of his groomsmen, and none of the pricks thought it was a good idea to tell me,” I explain. “I didn’t know until I was halfway down the aisle and almost face-planted in shock.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured he was there,” she muses. “But it doesn’t explain how things changed.”
“Well, if you’d quit interrupting me, I’d be able to tell you,” I say as I give her a pointed look. She holds her hands up in surrender then makes a show of zipping her lips and throwing away the key.
I roll my eyes but can’t help cracking a smile. “Well, it was up to the speeches part of the night and Logan and Carter mentioned our parents, and I got a little emotional and started crying, so I ducked outside and Jax followed. He made me feel better before he tore into me with an interrogation, and I guess he finally got the answers he was after because he seemed . . . I don’t know, at ease maybe.”
“Wow,” she says. “So, what does this mean? Are you guys back together?”
“Honestly, I have no idea,” I tell her with a sigh, starting to get puffed out from our run. “He hasn’t really told me where we stand, so I’m taking what I can get at the moment. I think he still needs a bit of time to figure out what he wants.”
She seems deep in thought for a moment before cringing and turning to me. “And if he’s still screwing around and giving the rest of the girls on campus anything they can get?”
“Then you may as well shoot me now,” I tell her. She gives me a look to suggest I’m being dramatic, and while I might have taken that a little too far, the sentiment stands. “Look,” I say, explaining myself. “You and I know two very different versions of Jaxon. You know him as the trophy-winning manwhore on campus, whereas I know him as the man who loved and protected me since I was a kid. He has strong values and is a respectable man, no matter who he portrays himself to be now. I guess I just have faith that while he’s trying to sort out this thing with me, he won’t consider sleeping with someone else.”