ALEX'S POV
I restlessly stare at the door waiting for Jaxon to walk in, I’m bursting to talk to him about what happened between Tyra and I. Jaxon is the only person I talk to about anything and I’m comfortable to discuss any topic with him without worrying about being judged, misunderstood or ridiculed. I can always trust him to give me his honest opinion and I genuinely appreciate the role he plays in my life.
Finally he rushes in, panting from jogging up the long staircase, “Alright, I’m here now…what’s the emergency?” he asks, his hands resting on his waist. “Tyra pushed my buttons and I got so angry that I pinned her to the wall and strangled her with my bare hands and then I…I kissed her,” I blab. Jaxon gasps in astonishment, I understand this is the last thing he expected to hear.
