Someone like me

There has always been a tug and pull between you and Jax since you both met, sharing the same need for each other. The tension has always simmered there, the feeling so intense that it consumes you both. Somewhere deep down, you both know it's wrong.

But how can you run away when it tastes and feels so good? When he looks so perfect, your name rolls off his tongue as if it were made for it, his cold rings leaving trails of fire on your skin. The understanding between you is effortless—no words needed, just the connection in each other's eyes.

“Trying to be cold, but it’s making you weak.”

No one leaves, especially during a night of passion. It’s 1:26 a.m., tangled in his sheets on a soft bed that was barely meant for one—forcing you closer without an inch to spare between you both. Your song plays muffled in the background, filling the heavy, passion-filled air in the small room.

Jax's blue eyes flutter closed, almost rolling back as he kneels behind you, calves tucked under flexed thighs. His head alternates between falling back and leaning toward his chest—his Adam's apple bobbing along his exposed neck as he takes ragged breaths. His chin tilts down, meeting his chest as he looks down at you, low murmurs and curses slipping from his parted lips as he bites them.

A small bead of sweat trickles down his clenched abs and tensed biceps, his silver rings digging into your hips, your skin illuminated by the moonlight. His silver dog tag chain bounces against his chest with his movements, accompanying the creaking of the bed. His dirty sandy-blonde strands stick to his forehead.

Jax leans forward, his chest meeting your back as he hunches over you, his nose nuzzling into your cheek. He weakly kisses your bare shoulder as he pants raggedly in your ear.

“Faye…”