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Jax’s hand moved to her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes searching hers. Emma nodded, though she wasn’t entirely sure if she was okay. She felt a strange mix of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and something deeper, something that made her heart ache with a longing she didn’t fully understand. “I… I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. Jax’s expression softened, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I know,” he said softly. “And we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” Emma felt a surge of gratitude at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She appreciated his understanding, his willingness to go at her pace. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the de