Jaxen POV
After I cleaned the kitchen, I went upstairs, meaning to check on Scarlett before dealing with the generator.
When I saw how restless she was, the generator could wait.
I touched the blanket around her feet.
Her feet were freezing.
I closed my hands around them, then tucked them against warmer skin.
The heat made her face relax.
Her toes stretched, then curled against my abs like they had no intention of letting go.
I smiled at the little movement.
I’d planned to warm her feet and leave.
Once they were warm, I lay down beside her instead.
I just wanted to look at her up close.
My feelings for Scarlett had always been strange.
I thought they’d started near the end of high school—her face, or that way she pushed everyone away while still making me want to reach out
