You and Jax had been sitting in your bed, kissing aggressively like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and it hadn't taken long for it to....escalate, simply put. You lay sprawled out under him on your back, your wrists bound by his hands, leaving you to wait on his action. When you realized nothing was happening, though, you looked at his face in confusion.

Jax's usual smirk had given way to a faint look of uncertainty, which surprised you. He chuckled, trying to distract from the anxiety that practically wafted off of him, but you could clearly see the heat burning in his cheeks. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle and slow, like he was scared of hurting you. You blinked, realizing you found this sudden change in his demeanor to be a bit attractive.

That's when you realized why he was suddenly so tense; he'd never been this far with someone before. He had no idea what he was doing.