I take a step forward out of his arms and turn to look at him. He smiles a half smile, dimple forming on his right cheek and looks guiltily at me. Why does he look guilty? He’s just trying to teach me something and here’s me getting all hot and bothered at a simple touch of his fingertips or his arms around me. What is wrong with me? I’m acting like a horny teenager. Coming here, just the two of us was probably more dangerous to me than staying in New York. I turn and hit the punching bag and move to the side as it swings back past me. I watch as Jax takes the few steps between us and grabs the punching bag with both hands, stopping its gentle swing in the process. He leans into the bag hugging it and turns his eyes to me. There’s a heavy pull towards him that I can’t explain. Every time I’m near him I want to be even closer, and every time he bosses me around I want to slap him and then kiss him silly. He brings out the defiant side in me, makes me feel stronger against everyone else I guess.
