Mia stood in front of her mirror, heart beating fast.
It had been almost two months since that first night she watched Jax through the glass. Two months of stolen hours, sweaty bodies, and secrets that made her pulse race every time she heard footsteps in the hallway.
Tonight felt different. Jax had texted her earlier — the first time he ever did. Just three words: My place. Midnight.
She hadn’t replied. She didn’t need to.
At 11:58 she slipped on a short black dress with nothing underneath, grabbed her keys, and walked the few steps to his door. Her hands were shaking a little when she knocked.
Jax opened it wearing only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The tattoos on his chest and arms looked darker in the low light. His eyes dragged over her body like he was already imagi
