LILA’S POV**

The next morning felt like walking through a minefield.

Ryan was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs, nursing a cup of black coffee, staring out at the ocean with a tight jaw. Jax stood a few feet away, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking every bit the dangerous man he was — but his eyes softened the second they landed on me.

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.

Ryan looked up first. His gaze flicked between us — me in Jax’s oversized shirt, Jax still shirtless with fresh marks on his neck from my nails the night before.

“You two...