Jax’s grin faded into something quieter, rarer. “I don’t plan on it.”
“You’re impossible,” Thorri said, but their voice came out too soft. thorriandjax tw
“Don’t make me regret it,” Thorri whispered. Jax’s grin faded into something quieter, rarer
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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.”
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.
Some storms you run from. Others, you stand still and let them tear you open. Thorri had finally found the one worth staying for.