Page 32 of Always My Comfort

“So, I know we started this whole friendship with other intentions.” He was looking up at the blue sky. “But I’d like to really be your friend, Logan. Without Luke here,” I was reminded of his friend from the bar that night, “I’m just lost, and I could really benefit from havin’ someone I trust in my life.”

“I’m not sure if I could come to the games and risk seeing Richard. I had to sneak into our apartment to get my things. I’m not sure how ugly he will get in public.” I played with the chain of my necklace, the one my mother gave me.

“Did he hurt you?” His voice broke, and I quickly shake my head.

“Not physically—verbally, and emotionally. And I don’t want him to drag your reputation through the mud if you’re seen with me.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.” He puffed out his chest, but I bit my lip and shook my head.

“Really, Jax,” I put my hand on his forearm, and his gaze immediately darted down to where we were touching, “you’re just starting out your career with the Braves. Don’t let some girl you don’t know ruin it.”

He placed his big hand over mine, the calluses on his palm rubbing against the top of my hand. “I don’t care about the media. And I’m not scared of that asshole. I want to get to know you. I don’t want you to be just some girl I don’t know.”

“Why?” I swallowed, trying to keep my emotions at bay.

“There’s somethin’ about you, Logan. You keep drawin’ me in. You’re a goddamn siren, and I’m not ignorin’ your song anymore.”

Swoon.

Breathe. Inhale. Exhale.

Jaxon Dexter was stealing the breath straight from my lungs.

“And sweetheart, I need a big damn favor.” I nodded, not trusting my voice. “Will you be my date to my brother’s weddin’?”

What?!

CHAPTER12

Jaxon

Logan’s emeraldeyes went wide. She blinked slowly and inhaled a deep breath. “I can’t breathe,” she whispered, panic flaring in her eyes.

Was she having another anxiety attack? I wasn’t expecting that.

“Uh, shit, okay.” I caressed her face and contemplated blowing on her face, but that seemed ridiculous and entirely the wrong thing to do.

She was having an anxiety attack because of everything I just said to her, so I had to distract her. Pressing my lips to hers, I hoped like hell it worked.

Her lips were softer than I remembered. Swiping my tongue along the seam of her plump bottom lip, I sought entrance, but she was frozen beneath my touch. I tenderly bit the soft flesh, and she gasped, lips parting.

I sucked her lip into my mouth, swallowing her moan, and felt her soften against me. I pulled back after a moment and opened my eyes. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, but she was breathing. Her eyes were electric as they danced across my face. My gaze locked on her tongue when she licked her lips. Her hands were soft on my forearms, her vicious nails biting into my flesh.

“Did—did—" she whispered, her nose brushing against mine, “kiss—you—oh, my God.” Her sentence was incoherent but I nodded, pressing another kiss to her lips, and she sighed.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I kissed you, and I want to do it again.”

“No, no. I can’t think when you do that.” She closed her eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. “You just kissed me.”

I cracked a grin. “I think we already established that.”

“What happened to just being friends?!” she shrieked. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing.

“Changed my mind. Did you miss that part of the conversation? I want to see where this goes.” She shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes.

Why is she crying? What did I say?

“But—but you said you aren’t that guy, remember?” Her bottom lip trembled. I wanted it between my teeth again. I wanted to take her doubt away.

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