Jax’s grin faded into something quieter, rarer. “I don’t plan on it.”
Jax turned to look at them, the last of the sunset catching in the crease of his eyes. “And yet,” he said, “you’re still here.” thorriandjax tw
“You’re impossible,” Thorri said, but their voice came out too soft. Jax’s grin faded into something quieter, rarer
“Don’t make me regret it,” Thorri whispered. Jax’s grin faded into something quieter
Thorri was still there. That was the problem. Every instinct they’d built over years—move fast, trust no one, leave before dawn—shattered against the simple fact of Jax’s shoulder pressed warm against theirs.
They didn’t kiss. Not then. But Thorri reached over and laced their fingers through his, and Jax held on like he’d been drowning for years.