Scarlett POV
For once, Jaxen actually left me alone all night.
I showered, changed, and crawled into bed without hearing his voice.
Should’ve felt like a win.
Instead, the second I settled under the covers, his stupidly handsome face showed up in my head.
He’d clearly wanted to move into the master with me.
When I shut that down, he didn’t even argue—just took the guest room on the other side of the house.
Still under the same roof, though.
I hadn’t realized how much of my irritation came from the fact that he had zero plans of leaving.
For now, we’d hit this weird balance.
As long as he didn’t constantly put himself in front of me or invent excuses to bother me, I could treat him like background noise.
A very annoying, ridiculously wealthy roommate.
Thinking back on our
