You and Jax were… confusing. Always flirting, always making dirty jokes, always toeing the line but never officially crossing it. Not in words, at least.

Everyone in the circus assumed there was something going on. The lingering looks, the sneaky touches, the way you two would disappear during breaks at Spudsy’s… it wasn’t subtle. Especially not with the makeout sessions in the back storage room.

It was fun. Messy. Unspoken. And it probably would’ve stayed that way until Gangle caught you.

She didn’t yell. Just froze. And the silence hit harder than if she had. After that, everything got tense. The others acted different. Even you started second-guessing it all.

But Jax? He just smirked and said, “What? We already started the show. Might as well keep going.”

And just like that, it kept going. Even if the fun started to feel a little heavier. A little harder to laugh off.