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The moment I opened the door, a blast of cold air made me shiver.
The room was a chaotic mess, water pooled everywhere.
I followed the sound of dripping and saw him.
The notoriously cool and arrogant bad boy was sitting miserably on the floor, his back against the sofa.
He was dousing himself with ice water.
His T–shirt had been thrown aside, leaving him in just a pair of gray sweatpants.
Jax’s head was bowed.
His short, black hair was plastered to his face, partially veiling his eyes.
Droplets of water traced the sharp line of his jaw, dripping onto his pants.
One drop, then two, spreading into a dark, damp patch.
The sight was enough to make a person thirsty.
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the water bottle,
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His long, elegant fingers, the knuckles sharply defined, were crushing the making it crackle.
Jax tilted his head back, and when not another drop came out, he actually stuck his tongue inside, licking the plastic rim.
The tip of his tongue, a shocking shade of red, swirled around the opening before retreating behind his full lips.
The Jax in my memory was a rebellious teenager with red hair and an earring, his entire being screaming defiance.
Looking at him now, that impossibly handsome face was still just as dazzling.
But the flush of his skin and his hot, ragged breaths told me something was very wrong.
His reaction was sluggish. He had only just realized someone was in the room
Without looking up, he growled at me to get out.
“Who let you in? Get out!”
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But when he turned his head and saw it was me, the words “don’t touch me” died in his throat.
He stumbled to his feet, trying to retreat towards the mini–fridge.
But his legs were too weak, and he crumpled back to the floor.
I grabbed a bottle of ice water, twisted it open, and handed it to him.
“Jax, where’s your phone? I’ll call a doctor for you.”
He tilted his head back and chugged, the water he couldn’t swallow fast enough streaming from the corners of his mouth down his neck.
Then, dazed, he started fumbling at his sweatpants, searching for his phone.
I could see a bulge in his pocket that looked like a phone.
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But after what felt like an eternity, he still couldn’t find the opening of the pocket.
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He looked up at me, a bewildered expression on his face.
His lips, flushed red, moved, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
He was taking too long.
I brushed his clumsy hands aside and reached in myself.
The moment my hand slid in, I regretted it.
That was definitely not a phone.
Before I could scream, I heard Jax’s ragged breathing right next to my ear.
The heat of it tickled my skin, and I instinctively turned my head to avoid it.
My eyes met his. They were bloodshot and feverish.
“… I’ll go get someone for you.”
I scrambled to get up, but he grabbed my hand, pressing it down.
His hand, through the fabric of his pants, was pinning mine in place.
Another pained gasp escaped his lips.
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The stimulation seemed to have shocked him into a moment of clarity, and a low, hoarse voice broke the silence.
“Laurie.”
I stared at Jax, his mind clearly clouded, and felt a jolt of shock.
So that’s what he had been muttering all along. My name.
Even in this state, he could still recognize me.
But James… in my past life, why had he mistaken me for someone else?
Or was it that in James’s eyes, I was just someone he could use and discard at will?
The more I thought about it, the more resentment burned inside me.
I took a step forward, leaned down, and tilted Jax’s chin up.
I looked him straight in the eye.
“Say it again. Who am I?”
The moment my fingers touched his skin, I felt a searing heat.
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When I tried to pull away, he captured my hand with both of his, pressing it to his cheek and rubbing against it gently.
His gaze drifted from my lips to my eyes, until they locked.
“Laurie. Help me.”
