Scarlett POV
Last clear picture before sleep: me straddling Jaxen’s waist, kissing him from above.
Alcohol was a terrible decision-maker.
I drank the entire bottle.
Bladder woke me in the dark.
Everything from earlier slammed back at once.
His hand was still resting on my stomach.
Shit.
I tried to ease it.
He wasn’t holding tight, so it should’ve been easy.
He slept more lightly than I had anticipated.
The second my fingers touched him, he woke.
“What’s wrong?”
Before I could answer, he’d already pulled me in close.
“Don’t rub, don’t rub!”
His hand went straight to my stomach like it was automatic.
I grabbed his wrist.
One more press and the pad was going to feel like a diaper.
“Bathroom.”
I told him where I was going so that he’d let go.
The second his arm loosen
