TRINITY'S POV
“Jaxom?” I asked quietly, letting my fingers splay out against his chest. Even such a small motion had a visible effect on him, as if my every touch flooded him with pleasure.
“f**k,” Jaxom muttered, resting his forehead against my shoulder.
I wanted to thread my fingers through his hair, to lean in close and inhale the warm scent that seemed to radiate off of him. Home, the realization pulled me back to reality. He smelled like home to me. I let my hand drop back to my side, frightened by the knowledge. I’d known Jaxom for less than four full days. The feelings I had towards him weren’t organic or natural. They were too strong, too pure.
It was the bond wreaking havoc on my poor, battered mind. I swallowed down a wave of disappointment. Fear was pushing me out of the
