The morning sun streamed through the window, casting soft, golden light across the room. Emma lay in Jax’s arms, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back. She was still catching her breath, her body tingling with the lingering echoes of their passion. She hadn’t expected any of this—to feel so deeply, to be so intertwined with a man she barely knew, and yet here she was, in a bed that wasn’t hers, in a world that was as foreign as it was intoxicating.
Jax’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, and she felt his lips press against the back of her neck in a lazy, affectionate kiss. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
Emma smiled softly, her heart fluttering. “Morning,” she replied, her voice barely mo
