Touch Yourself (2)

Charlotte's POV

Lila’s laughter faded down the hallway as she left for her friends’ gathering, the apartment door clicking shut like a starting gun. My skin already prickled with anticipation, my nerves and heat twisting together until I could barely breathe. I changed into a simple black dress that hugged my figure too closely. The drive to Jax’s apartment felt endless, every red light giving me time to question everything and still press harder on the gas.

He answered on the first knock, he was shirtless, his sweatpants riding low on his hips. Those storm-gray eyes swept over me once before he yanked me inside, the door...