Page 106 of Timeless

His hand went to my cheek, and he gently kissed me. It wasn’t aggressive, like our normal kisses, where we are fighting each other over who needed the other more. It was gentle, soft, almost like he was scared that if he kissed me harder I’d jump away from him.

I locked my hands around the back of his neck and kept his speed. Slow and steady, and sweet, as if we were both fragile.

He finally pulled away. I had gotten so lost in the softness and gentleness of our kiss that my eyes were closed and I wanted to pull him back. I wanted more but I think I wanted to pick up the speed.

“Amber?”

I opened my eyes and his dark sharp eyes were looking straight into mine. All these years, Jack’s eyes would remind me of Jax’s. And I would get this feeling, where I wanted to see Jax so badly, to look into his eyes, like I used to.

I always felt secure when I looked into them.

“Yeah, Jax?” I unlocked my hand from the back of his neck and cupped his cheek. “You’re worried about something.” I had always been able to read his expression, even when he kept it guarded from me. But now I knew his eyes even better, because he and Jack expressed themselves in the same way.

What can I say? Jack takes after his father.

He frowned, and then inhaled sharply. “Are we good? Like, I haven’t fucked my one shot with you yet, right?” Anxiousness crept across his face. “I didn’t mean to pressure you last night. I know that I can be forceful and well, you had had a rough night.”

I quickly kissed his lips, silencing his concerns. Then when I found myself kissing him firmer, I pulled back. Because I would keep kissing him all day. “We’re good.” I leaned my forehead against his. “Now I have to ask you a serious question?”

“Okay.” His voice changed into his seriousness, the voice and attitude he usually had when he was facing a club problem or any threat or serious situation.

Maybe I shouldn’t throw away the word serious in a sentence with him so freely? I felt stupid now as he had a serious face on. Like I was about to give him the world’s hardest problem to solve. Well, if that was a question, it would be why is Amber so stupid and never learns from past mistakes?

“Um, I was actually joking on the whole seriousness of the question.” I found myself needing to add. “My actual question isn’t that important… you would put it in the least important category.”

He kissed my cheek, softly “What is it? You remember the part where you tell me everything? Even unimportant things make the cut.” His smile was so reassuring and it lit me up inside.

I thought it was possible for me to feel this feeling again. It was… hope. I couldn’t explain why I was feeling hopefully. But I was. And I immediately wanted to crush it. Because there was no hope for Jax and I, until Jack got in the picture.

I actually got slightly nervous on how Jack was going to react.

“Sweetheart the question?”

My eyes snapped back to Jax. Right. My useless and unimportant question. “Do you really think that I shouldn’t wear pink? I saw the look of horror on your face when you scanned my closet.”

“Here I was thinking I hid things well from you.”

“So that’s a no then?”

“Amber, you wear any color well. But the you I used to know, well, your signature color was black, and you always fucking wore it well.” He lowered me down, my feet sinking into the carpet. “Dark colors. That’s what suits you.” He glanced up at my clothes. “But if this is what the new you wears, it’s fine. I’ll even claim you as mine, wearing pink.” He added a wink and kept his hands on my hips.

He was being light hearted with me. I knew that was hard for him. He was never carefree. Maybe sometimes around the boys, when he had been doing drugs and drinking a lot.

I turned around to face my closet. It was overly large and maybe even too big. But I was brought up with a big closet and it had become a condition when I started looking for a house.

I scanned the clothes. Okay, so my dark range of clothes was limited. I went to it. “So, you starting to get nervous? About meeting Jack?” I pushed the drawer and it sprung open and I got my underwear out. When I got insecure about my body, I found myself buying lacier and sexier underwear. I don’t know why. But I did.

I was just doing up my bra clip when I turned around because Jax hadn’t answered.

His eyes were glued to my body, as if he hadn’t seen me naked just seconds ago.

“Um, Jax, did you hear me?” I frowned at him.

His eyes snapped off me. “You can’t wear that.” Then his eyes dropped again, scanning my body. “That,” he pointed a finger at me. “will kill me.”

“It’s just underwear. Believe it or not, clothes go over the top.” I smirked a little and turned my back to him.

“Amber, I’m serious. You wearing that will have me silently going insane all day. Knowing what is underneath your clothes.” His voice was pleading and I ignored him. “How the hell am I meant to be focused on Jack today, if all I can think about is stripping you out of that and fucking you!”

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