Elena woke up to sunlight streaming through the thin curtains of her old bedroom. Her body felt heavy, like she'd run a marathon in her sleep. She stretched, and that's when it hit her that the ache between her legs was still there, dull but insistent, like a bruise that wouldn't fade. She squeezed her thighs together, remembering last night. The motorcycle ride, Jax's strong back against her cheek, and then... her hand slipping under the covers in the dark.
She'd stopped before finishing, guilt winning out, but now in the morning light, the want came rushing back.
She sat up, heart pounding. The scrap of paper with his number sat on her nightstand, where she'd left it after smoothing it out. "Just in case," she'd told herself, but what case?
She was supposed to be here for her dad, p
