Chapter 4
Kaylee’s POV
Three years ago, I found Jax sleeping under a bridge in Brooklyn, guitar by his side, after my late–night shift.[]
He’d gotten into a fight with some homeless guys over territory and abandoned his guitar to take on seven of them at once.]
Predictably, he got his ass handed to him.[]
I spotted him trudging along the street, guitar slung over his shoulder, blood mixing with rainwater running down his face.]
I couldn’t just walk past. I jogged over with my umbrella:[]
“You should clean those cuts before they get infected.“]
I brought Jax home with me.[]
During that street fight, he’d been as fierce as a cornered wolf.[]
But while I cleaned his wounds, he was like a puppy–clearly hurting but too proud to make a sound.[]
After patching him up, I offered half the sandwich I’d grabbed from the bodega.[]
He wrinkled his nose: “…Tastes like chemicals.“[]
“What were you expecting?” I took a big bite myself and rolled my eyes. “That fancy bakery downtown doesn’t use preservatives, but they charge twenty bucks for a slice. Be my guest if you’re so picky.“]
He shut up and ate the sandwich.[]
At night, Jax crashed on my floor.[]
During the day, I worked odd jobs while he busked on street corners.[]
He had an amazing voice, but his standoffish attitude made it impossible for him to get along with the other vendors.[]
Except for one flower seller–with her, he was surprisingly friendly.[]
I teased him: “Got a thing for flower girl, huh?“[]
He shot back: “Kaylee, are you dropped on your head as a baby or something?“[]
I eventually discovered why Jax was so determined to befriend the flower girl.[]
One Friday after work, he was waiting at my apartment with a massive bouquet of roses.]
“Kaylee, you’re single, right?“[]
I nearly laughed in his face: “Classic move–buying flowers before checking if I’m available.“[]
“Doesn’t matter if you’re not,” Jax said with total confidence. “Dump whoever and choose me instead.”
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I smirked: “Aren’t you a little young for me?”
Jax stormed out, throwing the roses down and slamming the door.[]
That night, I woke up to him shaking my shoulder.[]
“Here,” he thrust something at me.[]
“What is it, money?” I mumbled, half–asleep.
“Why is everything about money with you?” Jax snapped. “It’s my damn ID!“]
“See? I’m legally an adult!“]
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Jax and I got together.
The first week, he still slept on the floor. A kiss made him awkward, a hug made him blush.[]
The innocence of this eighteen–year–old boy was mind–blowing.
Finally, I patted the bed: “Just get up here already.“[]
Two hours later, I seriously questioned my life choices.[]
What he lacked in experience, he made up for with raw intensity.[]
As dawn broke, he pulled me against his chest, kissing my face.[]
“Kaylee.”
“Hmm?”
“Am I the most important person in your life?“]
“You’re second.”
Jax immediately bolted upright, instantly furious.]
“Who’s first?”
“The almighty dollar.”
Jax:
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He blinked a couple times, eventually shrugging: “Could be worse. At least it’s not some dude.“[]
He flopped back down, wrapping himself around me from behind, completely satisfied.[]
