“They’re new,” I point out, then internally roll my eyes. Seriously, Wilde? Of course they’re fucking new. He didn’t have one drop of ink on his skin when we were together. I would know, because I knew every inch of him intimately. “Yeah. There’s a lot of things that are new for us, Jax.” I frown at his tone, and I don’t miss how my heart rate picks up at the sound of my old nickname. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I mean—” He cuts himself off, sighing heavily. He raises his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, then drops it again to look at me. “Fuck. I didn’t want to do this here.” Those
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