JAX’S POV.

 

 It was already five days since we arrived here in Florida. Our conversations had gone back to normal, but most of the time, it was about work. I couldn't understand what was off between us. It wasn't like I offended her or she offended me.

 

But all the same, something was off.

 

I decided to take her out today for a little sightseeing, and then maybe we could branch by one of the best restaurants I had heard of. I knew she would love the food there.

 

I walked towards her room, a brown bag in my hand. I stretched my right hand forth to land a knock...