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I placed the glass back on the table and grinned at him.

Jaxon started to manoeuvre himself in the bed, attempting a sleeping position.

“After everything we’ve done together, you still blush like a school girl,” Jaxon said in an amused voice.

I leaned over him and basically tucked him in.

“I think Marcus knows about us,” I informed him as I pushed to my feet, looking down at Jaxon and for the first time, I saw a vulnerability to him. It made me want to crawl beneath his sheets and pull him into my arms but I knew he needed rest.

“Good. It will make it less of a shock when we tell everyone about us.”

Relief pumped through me. I had been slightly worried that tonight’s events may have put him off telling people.

“Can I do anything for you?”

“Now that’s a leading question,” Jaxon smiled with one eye open.

Tilting my head to one side, I shot him an amused eye roll.

“A good night kiss will do,” he began. “For now.”

And that is exactly what I gave him. I was gentle, considering his busted lip as I pressed my mouth to his and his hand stroked my face gently as we kissed.

I then drew back. “Goodnight, Jax.”

“Night love,” he replied.

I went back to my room with the biggest smile on my face and the nicest feeling in my chest, loving Jaxon with all my heart.

*****

Jaxon’s face and body recovered quickly over the next couple of days. Marcus had him checked over by the Doctor but most of the damage was surface bruising and thankfully his ribs seemed OK.

All the family had pulled together and played nurse, making sure that Jaxon was comfortable and that he had everything he needed. Chris also checked Jaxon over, the wannabee doctor in him pushing to the surface. I remember watching them both together whilst Jaxon sat on the edge of the bed with his brother treating him like a science rat. Chris also documented the session in the small green notebook he always carried. It was tatty with a broken spine and I had always wondered what he wrote in there. The journalist in me also showed her face.

On day three of Jaxon’s recovery, I dressed and went down into the kitchen to find Marcus and Jaxon chuckling together in the kitchen. It was lovely to see that they were at least getting on together. I imagined Marcus appreciated Jaxon’s protection of Diasy against someone bigger and meaner than him. Not that he didn’t give as good as he got.

As I rounded the corner and grabbed an apple, Daisy and Chris were sitting at the table.

“Molly is on her way to visit the wounded,” Marcus explained as I bit into the fruit and moved to sit opposite my mother. I could feel Jaxon’s eyes on me. We were all together and so surely now was as good a time as any to tell them. I didn’t register what Marcus had said until he added. “So, we will all eat together at seven if that’s good for everyone?” Nods and agreements followed and my gaze clashed with Jaxon’s. I sent him a look, hoping he’d read my silent message but he slowly shook his head as if to say not yet.

I smiled and concentrated on my apple. I so hadn’t wanted to tell the rest of them with Molly there and Jaxon knew that.

After making some small talk with my mother about a new yoga instructor at her work, I left the kitchen and made for my room. I had started drafting what would be my first piece of written work which I would submit to my new tutor. I was due to start my course that following week and I had been emailed a brief with various exercises I needed to carry out before the first day. They probably wanted to see what standard of writing the student possessed beforehand.

“Wynter,” Jaxon said from behind me as I was just about to mount the stairs. I turned, looking down at him with a fond, bright smile.

“You rang,” I replied, my eyes drinking him in greedily. There was now only a faint bruise on his face and his lip had started to heal.

We approached each other, like a magnet draws metal and after a brief glance over his shoulder, Jaxon pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I lit up, we had cuddled and held each other most days recently but this was first time I had felt Jaxon’s tongue against my own. It was long and drawn out and sinfully erotic, considering anyone could have come around the corner.

“Come with me to the coasts today, just the two of us. It’s windy and the waves will be high. Want to watch them with me?” Jaxon whispered against my face.

I leaned up and into him, my arms circling his neck.

“Yes, I’d love that. But won’t we need to be back for dinner?”

“If we go before noon, we’ll be back in time. And then tonight we can tell them about us. Happy?”

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