I knew he was lit, but I hadn’t had this much fun with a guy since, well, I couldn’t remember when. Steve was more of a paper-reading, coffee-drinking kind of guy; he never danced or anything. Jax suddenly went to pick me up and lost his balance, causing us both to hit the floor.
I heard a thud, and when I glanced over, I saw Jax’s face had hit the coffee table on his way down. I moved quickly and rolled him over. At first, I thought he might be dead; he was so still. Then he suddenly roared with laughter again.
“Are you okay?” His eye looked red. I leaned down to get a better look. “Jax, are you okay?”
He continued to laugh. “Did you see that? I fell on the damn table!”
“Are. You. Okay.”
“I fell on the damn table!”
I was looking at the redness of his eye when I shifted my focus back to his face. He was grinning and suddenly pulled me down for an incredible kiss.
I didn’t care how blitzed he was. I’d never in my life been kissed like that. I felt it all the way through my body down to my toes. I pulled away, looking down at him. There was silence. What was he thinking?
“Do you want some?”
“What?” I started to stand up.
“I could really go for some pepperoni right now.”
Apparently, the kiss was long gone for him, but my mind and lady parts were playing it on a loop. He closed his eyes for a long second before looking back at me, although I was pretty certain he couldn’t really see much.
“Hey, why don’t we get you to bed, and I’ll get some ice.”
His eyes closed, and a big goofy grin stretched across his face. He let out a belly laugh. “Now you’re talking.”
I took his hands in mine, and after initially resisting, he finally cooperated, and we got him in a standing position. I let go, and he nearly fell again.
“Whoa, I’m feeling a little weird.”
“Really? I would’ve never guessed.” I put my arm around his waist, propping him up against me andsteering him towards what I assumed was his bedroom. “Come on.”
“Look at you being all bossy.” He whispered and giggled at the same time. “I like it.”
His bedroom was just as ‘tough guy’ as the living room, with a large bed, nightstand, and a bookcase containing framed photos and books he apparently doesn’t read. I pulled back the comforter and got him in bed.
“Stay here. I’ll get some ice.”
“Okey-dokey.”
He suddenly pulled out his boxers from under the comforter and whipped them across the room. Alrighty then.
I went to the kitchen and wrapped some ice in a dish towel. I found pain reliever tablets in a cabinet, along with a bottle of water. Based on the contents of his freezer, it looked like he was a fairly healthy eater. An admirable quality, but I was beyond disappointed not to see any ice cream.
I grabbed my phone and texted the one person who would know details about edibles.
Me:
Zoey, if someone ate three edibles, would they remember anything in the morning?
My phone pinged a moment later.
Zoey:
Hell no! Who is the dumbass?
Me:
