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"So perfect," heaway, replaced by his an," I ainst his lips with each and every thrust

My mouth traveled down the stubble of his jaw until it landed on his shoulder, where I kissed hi His hands dug into ainst hiin his ar h My brain had checked out I drew back just enough to look into his eyes, and wasbefore he leaned in and ran his tongue up my cheek

What?

I shook ain Then I noticed his face starting to morph into that of an ani my eyes to findover the blanket still wrapped aroundthe tu the chair and Scout doith , I lay there in the snow, Scout barking beside ht?" Jax asked, standing over me

"Yeah, just had a…dream"

"Oh, I noticed that" A grin grew over his lips

Great! There had to be a way to get his brother out of my head

Jax extended his hand down and helped me up I set the blanket--now covered in snow--on the chair and scooped Scout intothe top of his head Iout here this late?" he asked, lifting the chair

"I don’t know Getting tired sitting inside all the tio nuts without someone to keep me company" His brow arched and voice dropped "Do you need soood, thanks" I chuckled

"Well, the offer always stands, but you know you can always coame room, not to mention Oliver asks about you daily--hell, soave Scout another tight squeeze, then placed hian dusting off the snow

"All right, I’et done so I can get some sleep I’ll see you around…and Cassie?"

I looked back and noticed his smile was replaced with an unfaood"

"Thanks" I snorted, shaking , don’t hide away forever" His smile was back in place as he called for Scout to follow hi to myself, I folded the blanket over my aran’s house had the curtain open, just like in the dream My smile dropped as I took him all in as he stood there, dressed in a plain white V-neck T-shirt covered in paint streaks, staring over at ht s inside

The rest of the week passed at the sa true to his word but the dreams constant There was little to do, so I found h the days, hts of him were distant, however, as I shoveled another spoonful of Hilary’s mystery casserole into ht?" she asked, sipping her wine across the table fromand I wasn’t going there "So, what’s Caleb up to tonight? I’m sure you’d rather spend your Sunday with him over your dreary old friend"

"You’re not dreary!" she sneered "Although it would be nice to see you in so other than sweatpants"

I chuckled once at the disdain in her voice and crinkle of her upturned nose, then took another bite I never knehat she put in the casserole, but was certain it was different each tiuy up and quit on hi"

"Yeah, but he said he’d stop by htened as she peered over the ri-up-for-it part"