Today is the day I meet up with some of the pack members. Jax thought it would be best if I first meet with the Flower Club.
The Flower Club is a group of only female wolves who get together weekly and just talk about anything going on in their lives. They don't have to go to the club, but they find it nice to catch up with each other, so I've been told by Jax.
Axton is going to come with me but won't pay attention to what is being said, but knowing him, he will. He just can't repeat it to anyone, as he isn’t a female.
It's been a few days since I told Lily everything and I feel better within myself. My mood keeps changing from up and down. I may have had my epiphany, but I still get my down moments when all I want to do is curl up and bawl my eyes out. But I'm surviving. I'm taking each day at a time.
My thoughts drift to Jax, and I subconsciously smile. Just his name makes a flush of joy fill my body. We're both going strong and I do feel comfortable with him. I'm just not ready to let him go. The idea of having to let him go hurts so bad. I feel my breath quicken and my heart pound against my ribs.
If I tell him everything, he will no longer want me. So from now on, I'm gonna keep my cards close to my chest (Axton taught me that phrase) until I'm ready to let him go, but I don't think I will ever be fully ready to let him go. He is now my life. My soul. My everything.
Fingers brushing my cheek distract my thoughts. I keep my eyes shut as I can tell from the tingles who it is, so no need to panic. I feel the corner of my lips lift in a smile. The bed shifts and I feel his breath fanning my face. My body instantly becomes alive and super sensitive from his touch. His fingers drag softly across my cheek, down to my jawline, along to my chin and up to my lips. He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, and my breath is stolen from me. He leans forward and his breath feathers my ear. I feel myself ignite and pure bliss engulfs me.
"Hayley," he whispers in his raspy morning voice, which is incredibly sexy.
I hum, not being able to find the words to respond. His hand runs up the side of my thigh which is bare, under my t-shirt, till it rests on my waist. He leans even closer, which I didn't think was possible and says, "You have drool running down your chin," He pulls away laughing crazily, and my eyes shot open and glare towards him. I smack his arm and sit up with a pout on my face. I turn my back towards him, pull my knees up to my chest, and bury my head between my legs. Jax is still behind me, rolling about in laughter whilst I pretend to fake cry. I feel slightly embarrassed that I was dribbiling but I will feel a whole lot better with getting payback.
After a few moments, Jax realises I'm crying. He instantly stops laughing and sits up. He wraps his arms and legs around me and pulls me into him so I am sitting in between his legs. He rests his head on my shoulder and rubs his nose on the base of my neck. He rubs his thumb on the bottom of my ribcage, while he pulls me in even closer.
"I was only messing about, baby. I didn't mean to make you upset," he whispers. He inhales my scent deeply. The thought of getting him back has completely gone out of my head. All I can think about is his hands, his heat, his body, his scent.
My breath hitches and my heart hammers against my chest. His lips brush against the sensitive skin on my shoulder. He trails kisses delicately up towards my neck. He pauses.
I snap back to reality.
I’m meant to be giving him a taste of his own medicine, and I’m not doing a very good job of it.
Quickly, I turn around in his hold and push him back down on the bed, so he is flat. He is taken off guard so here is my chance. I start tickling him like crazy whilst laughing loudly.
What I didn’t expect was for him to look at me blankly and say, “Babe, did you really think I would be tickilish?”
I sit back, annoyed that my plan didn’t go as followed. Fingers start to brush my hips and I realise what position I am in.
I’m straddling Jax.
I push myself out of my comfort zone and lean down and give him a small peck on his soft lips.
I blush like a cherry and hastily hop off Jax and sit at the end of the bed with my back towards him. I hear laughter behind me, and I just shake my head and join in with him.
I mutter, “I’m gonna have a shower,” and then quickly scurry off into the bathroom.
Part of my morning routine is to have breakfast with Jax. Everyday, we get to have breakfast and dinner together as that’s how we start and end the day. Together. Jax doesn’t tend to have lunch as he is so busy with the pack, and I constantly tell him he needs to eat something, but he never listens to me.
Jax hands me a slice of toast and I smile at him with gratitude. He winks back at me, and if I wasn’t already sitting down, my knees would have gave way and I would be flat on the floor.
“Axton will be here soon at nine, as always. I would love to be with you baby, to support you, but I have been pushing this meeting back for weeks now. I’m sorry baby.” He leans over and pecks my temple.
“It’s okay,” I pause. “I need to do this... on my own,” I say proudly. He beams a smile towards me.
Being able to finally talk with Jax has been so refreshing and feels as easy as breathing. I know I’m not the best at forming every sentence, but I’m proud of myself for where I am at now. It had also helped improve mine and Jax’s relationship, as we can now get to know each other more in depth.
We fall into a comfortable silence as we munch on our breakfast.
A loud, on-going knock radiates throughout the entire building. Jax rolls his eyes, and mumbles in between mouthfuls, “Axton’s here.”
He hops off the stool and goes to let Axton in. Anxiety seeps through my veins and I wonder if I can escape through the back door, as the thought of meeting new people terrifies me to my core. My time of deciding what to do is snatched from me as the two enter the kitchen...