JAXSON
I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I didn’t break the kiss. Her hands were tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, kissing me like she needed it as much as I did.
I set her down on the chair, our lips still locked, breathing hard. My forehead rested against hers for a second, and my fingers brushed along her chin. That’s when she saw my knuckles, split open and bleeding. She caught my hand gently, her brows furrowed.
“What happened? You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine,” I muttered, leaning in to kiss her again. My hands slid up her thighs, tracing her skin. I didn’t want to think about anything else, just her. Her breath, her warmth, the way she made me forget. But I couldn’t. Not completely. No matter how hard I tried, Cole’s words kept echoing in my head. My father
