Chapter 49 Unspoken Truth

The air between Jaxon and me had grown thick. I could feel it weighing on my chest every time I saw him, even when we didn't speak. I'd told myself I could go on like nothing was different, that the night we'd shared meant nothing, but every time he was near, something stirred inside me. Something I was concealing from. It wasn't just the way his presence seemed to fill every room. It was the little things-the way his fingers would brush against mine when passing me a cup of coffee, the way he stood just a little too close when we talked, as if he couldn't help but close the distance between us. And each time, my breath would catch and my heart betray me, pounding harder than it should.