Until Jax
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“You’re awake.”
Looking over my shoulder at the open doorway, my gaze connects with Jax’s concerned one. I don’t know what to make of him. I still don’t understand how someone who has just met me could show me more care in just a few hours than the people I have known my whole life ever have.
“I need to get to Hope,” I say, placing my fingers on my throat, which I’m just noticing is dry and scratchy.
“I know, baby. I’m gonna take you,” he says, stepping into the room.
Baby? Why do I like that? Why do I get warm all over every time he calls me that?
“Thank you.” I close my eyes in relief then open them, saying, “I’ll pay you back as soon as I get home.”
“No,” he rumbles, making me jump, which seems to cause his jaw to grind. “I mean that’s not necessary,” he says gently, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans giving me a chance to really look at him.
I wasn’t kidding when I said he’s a giant. His shoulders are so wide I’m pretty sure I could fit twice between them. His hips are lean, his thighs thick, and his legs are long.
His head is covered in a ball cap, drawing attention to his eyes that seem hazel in the dark, and he has an angular jaw, full lips, and an almost perfect nose that has a slight tilt to it. “My mom and dad are here. Mom brought you some clothes if you want to change before we leave,” he informs me, taking a step towards me then stopping and pulling his ball cap off his head, giving me the opportunity to see his dark brown hair for the first time, which is short on the sides and longer on top.
Standing and running my hands down the front of my dingy jeans, I look over his shoulder into the hall, where there’s a woman with red hair standing next to a man who looks like an older version of Jax. The moment my eyes connect with hers, she steps into the room.
“Honey,” the woman calls softly, “why don’t you go wait in the hall with your dad while I help Ellie get changed?”
“Mom.” He shakes his head, not taking his eyes from me.
“Come on, bud,” the man, who I’m assuming is his dad, says, stepping slightly into the room.
Jax pulls in a breath then releases it, looking at me like he doesn’t want to leave. Weirdly, I don’t want him to either.
“I’ll be right outside,” he says after a couple beats.
“Sure,” I whisper, fighting myself from going to him and begging him to stay.
“You can come back in once she’s dressed,” his mom tells him softly as he moves past her out of the room.
Once the door is closed, the room becomes even darker, but then the light comes on, causing me to squeeze my eyes closed in surprise.
“Oh crap, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think,” the woman mutters, and I see through my closed eyelids when the room goes dark once again.
“It’s okay; you can turn it on.”
“Are you sure?” she prompts.
“Yeah.” When the lights turn back on, it takes just a moment for my eyes to adjust, and when they do, I watch Jax’s mom step closer to me.
“I know my son didn’t introduce us, but I’m Lilly, and you’re Ellie, right?” she asks, studying me.
“Yes,” I croak out and she frowns, walking to the bed. Picking up a pink cup off the side table, she brings it towards me, holding it out for me to take.
“Just take sips, honey,” she says gently, with her hand under mine like I might drop the cup. “Is that better?”
“Yes, thank you,” I say, surprised to hear my voice crack again, but this time with emotions from having someone look out for me.
Nodding, she takes the cup back and sets a bag on the bed.
“Jax said you were small, so I just grabbed some of my yoga clothes for you.”
“Thank you,” I mumble absently, watching her pull out a pair of black yoga pants and a tank with a jacket to go over it.
“Do you want to wash up a little in the bathroom?”
Following her gaze to a door I hadn’t even noticed, I nod. Taking the stuff, she helps me into the small room murmuring, “I’ll be out here if you need me,” closing the door behind her.
Turning on the water I don’t even look at myself in the mirror above the sink as I strip off my clothes and grab a few paper towels, soaking them. Scrubbing myself from head to toe, being careful of my hands, which are still sensitive from carrying a two-by-four around as a weapon.
Once I’m as clean as I’m going to get without a shower, I catch my reflection in the mirror and cringe. My dark hair is matted, my skin pale, and my brown eyes are sunken in, I look like hell run over. “You’re alive,” I remind myself, pulling on the yoga pants that are a little too long, but they are clean and thankfully fit. Putting on the tank, I cover it with the jacket, zipping it all the way up before slipping my sneakers back on and running a hand through my hair, watching as dried leaves and dirt fall to the floor. Giving up on getting the knots out, I pull it all up on top of my head and spin it into a bun, tucking the ends in so it stays in place.
“Everything fit,” I say when I step out of the bathroom, finding Lilly sitting on the bed with her head bent, like she’s deep in thought.
“I’m glad.” She smiles softly then her head tilts to the side, studying me. “Jax said you have a daughter.”
“I do.” I nod, taking my old clothes to the waist basket and dropping them in.
Looking over my shoulder at the open doorway, my gaze connects with Jax’s concerned one. I don’t know what to make of him. I still don’t understand how someone who has just met me could show me more care in just a few hours than the people I have known my whole life ever have.
“I need to get to Hope,” I say, placing my fingers on my throat, which I’m just noticing is dry and scratchy.
“I know, baby. I’m gonna take you,” he says, stepping into the room.
Baby? Why do I like that? Why do I get warm all over every time he calls me that?
“Thank you.” I close my eyes in relief then open them, saying, “I’ll pay you back as soon as I get home.”
“No,” he rumbles, making me jump, which seems to cause his jaw to grind. “I mean that’s not necessary,” he says gently, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans giving me a chance to really look at him.
I wasn’t kidding when I said he’s a giant. His shoulders are so wide I’m pretty sure I could fit twice between them. His hips are lean, his thighs thick, and his legs are long.
His head is covered in a ball cap, drawing attention to his eyes that seem hazel in the dark, and he has an angular jaw, full lips, and an almost perfect nose that has a slight tilt to it. “My mom and dad are here. Mom brought you some clothes if you want to change before we leave,” he informs me, taking a step towards me then stopping and pulling his ball cap off his head, giving me the opportunity to see his dark brown hair for the first time, which is short on the sides and longer on top.
Standing and running my hands down the front of my dingy jeans, I look over his shoulder into the hall, where there’s a woman with red hair standing next to a man who looks like an older version of Jax. The moment my eyes connect with hers, she steps into the room.
“Honey,” the woman calls softly, “why don’t you go wait in the hall with your dad while I help Ellie get changed?”
“Mom.” He shakes his head, not taking his eyes from me.
“Come on, bud,” the man, who I’m assuming is his dad, says, stepping slightly into the room.
Jax pulls in a breath then releases it, looking at me like he doesn’t want to leave. Weirdly, I don’t want him to either.
“I’ll be right outside,” he says after a couple beats.
“Sure,” I whisper, fighting myself from going to him and begging him to stay.
“You can come back in once she’s dressed,” his mom tells him softly as he moves past her out of the room.
Once the door is closed, the room becomes even darker, but then the light comes on, causing me to squeeze my eyes closed in surprise.
“Oh crap, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think,” the woman mutters, and I see through my closed eyelids when the room goes dark once again.
“It’s okay; you can turn it on.”
“Are you sure?” she prompts.
“Yeah.” When the lights turn back on, it takes just a moment for my eyes to adjust, and when they do, I watch Jax’s mom step closer to me.
“I know my son didn’t introduce us, but I’m Lilly, and you’re Ellie, right?” she asks, studying me.
“Yes,” I croak out and she frowns, walking to the bed. Picking up a pink cup off the side table, she brings it towards me, holding it out for me to take.
“Just take sips, honey,” she says gently, with her hand under mine like I might drop the cup. “Is that better?”
“Yes, thank you,” I say, surprised to hear my voice crack again, but this time with emotions from having someone look out for me.
Nodding, she takes the cup back and sets a bag on the bed.
“Jax said you were small, so I just grabbed some of my yoga clothes for you.”
“Thank you,” I mumble absently, watching her pull out a pair of black yoga pants and a tank with a jacket to go over it.
“Do you want to wash up a little in the bathroom?”
Following her gaze to a door I hadn’t even noticed, I nod. Taking the stuff, she helps me into the small room murmuring, “I’ll be out here if you need me,” closing the door behind her.
Turning on the water I don’t even look at myself in the mirror above the sink as I strip off my clothes and grab a few paper towels, soaking them. Scrubbing myself from head to toe, being careful of my hands, which are still sensitive from carrying a two-by-four around as a weapon.
Once I’m as clean as I’m going to get without a shower, I catch my reflection in the mirror and cringe. My dark hair is matted, my skin pale, and my brown eyes are sunken in, I look like hell run over. “You’re alive,” I remind myself, pulling on the yoga pants that are a little too long, but they are clean and thankfully fit. Putting on the tank, I cover it with the jacket, zipping it all the way up before slipping my sneakers back on and running a hand through my hair, watching as dried leaves and dirt fall to the floor. Giving up on getting the knots out, I pull it all up on top of my head and spin it into a bun, tucking the ends in so it stays in place.
“Everything fit,” I say when I step out of the bathroom, finding Lilly sitting on the bed with her head bent, like she’s deep in thought.
“I’m glad.” She smiles softly then her head tilts to the side, studying me. “Jax said you have a daughter.”
“I do.” I nod, taking my old clothes to the waist basket and dropping them in.
