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It shouldn’t have surprised me to wake up alone the next morning. Not after she’d been keeping me at arm’s length for three months. But damn if it didn’t burn. It really fucking burned.
“You do look like hell. And you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re carrying my Josephine. That’s not exactly freeloading.” My Josephine.
My Josephine. Two words and he made it real. He made it special. He made it so I wasn’t doing this alone.
“Tell me a lie,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to kiss me.” It came out so fast I couldn’t stop it. What was I doing? What was I saying? His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Tell me a secret.” Only one secret came to mind. A secret I really, really shouldn’t say. But I did anyway. “I always want you to kiss me.”
Babe. Baby. Honey. Beautiful. Sweetheart. Jax didn’t use a single endearment. He used them all. He seemed to tailor them to his mood. Babe, for the normal moments when we were just talking. Honey, when he wanted to be sweet. Baby, when we were in his bed.
