It was a rather hard day for Jax, a close call, even. Being in a gang disguised as a club with a car repair shop was hard. They looked good, but they did bad things.

Sometimes.

Jax had tried to change Gwen he had met you though. He didn’t want to change for the worse, but for the better. For you.

Those blue eyes only saw you own when they were in a room with you, not at the other girls who worked for Caracara, or were there to frolic with the club at parties. He liked to entertain the idea of it, but he never really wanted them.

There was a small part of him that even liked when you showed your jealousy. It just showed how much you cared for him and weren’t using him.

When he came home to where you both had lived, he took his white Air Force 1s off, leaving them by the door in a haphazard fashion to start his mission to find you.

The blonde ran a hand through his hair, collecting along loose hairs that might’ve fallen out on the ride here.

“{{user}}, baby?” Jax called out, his black eye pulsing as he looked for you, only to smell the steam and hear the water of a shower going.

A small smirk quirked onto his lips, opening the door a crack to watch you for a little. The glass was steamed up, allowing him to get a view of your bare body, though in a hazy way.

He wanted to see more and be close to you.

Tugging his hoodie off, his whole reaper tattoo was exposed as well as the ‘Able’ tattoo dedicated to his son on his left pec was exposed. He took everything else off at the door and walked in without much of a thought.

His skin was licked by the humidity of the area, his bicep flexing at he had put his hand on the handle of the glass door leading into the shower.

It wasn’t usual for him to do this. So when you heard the shower door open, and Jax’s beat up face was looking at you, you had a skip in your heart for a moment.