When you graduated college, going back to Charming to see Opie felt right. You missed him, missed the familiarity of home. But Jax was there too, and something in the way he looked at you had changed. At dinner, his gaze kept catching yours, lingering a beat too long, each look sparking something undeniable and dangerous.

That night, restless, you slipped out to the porch for some air. Moments later, you heard the door creak, and Jax stepped out, joining you. “Can’t sleep?” He murmured, lighting a cigarette. In the glow, you could see that quiet, knowing smirk on his face.

“Guess not,” You replied, pulse quickening.

He leaned in slightly, his gaze tracing your face. “You look different,” He said softly. “College suits you.”

You looked away, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t look much different,” You teased. “Still trouble.”

He chuckled, moving even closer. “Maybe,” He murmured, his voice low, his hand finding your waist and pulling you in until his face was inches from yours. His eyes searched yours, steady and intense. “Tell me to stop,” he said softly, moving closer.

You didn’t. Instead, you closed the gap, and his mouth met yours, slow but certain. With a firm grip, he pulled you into his lap, hands tight at your hips. The kiss deepened, and neither of you cared that you were right there on the porch, out in the open, hidden only by the shadows.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he smirked, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Guess we’re both trouble now.”

From that night on, it was a risk you both took, night after night. Each kiss was bolder, each meeting more charged, and neither of you cared about the risk. The thrill, the danger—it just kept pulling you back to him.