Hunter pulls me over to the passenger side and opens the door. Then with a skim of his finger along the inside of my wrist, he lets go of my hand. “Do you want to sit in the back or the front?”

My gaze dances across the inside of the car. Now that I’m close, I see that Zay is in the driver’s seat and Jax is in the back. Out of the two options …“I’ll sit in the back,” I say then move to climb in, but he gently snags me by the elbow.

He leans in and whispers, “Zay’s not going to be a dick to you anymore. I talked to him.”

“Thanks,” I tell him quietly, “but I still want to sit in the back.”

“You think Jax is less scary, huh?” A bit of humor glitters his tone.

“Um … He seems like it.” I look at Hunter and our lips are so close I can feel his breath kissing my skin. “Is he not?”

Hunter wavers his head from side to side. “Most think he’s not, but personally, I think his intense, quiet looks can be super frightening.” He shudders.

I softly laugh under my breath.

“Dude, I heard that,” Jax mumbles.

“That’s good,” Hunter throws back at him. “I’m glad to hear your hearing is up to date.”

Zay lets out the most frustrated sigh ever while Jax remains quiet.

Laughing at himself, Hunter motions for me to get in.

Sucking in a breath, I lower my head and climb into the back seat with him. He’s sitting close to where I climbed in, leaving very little room on the seat.

“Shit. Sorry,” he mutters then scoots over to the other side.

“You’re fine,” I tell him then plop down into the seat.

Hunter moves the seat back then slides into the passenger seat before shutting the door.

The scent of cologne and cigarettes touches my nostrils.

I wonder which one of them smokes?

“You got enough room back there?” Hunter asks, twisting around in the seat to look at me.

I nod, even though my legs are a bit cramped up. “I’m good.”

“You sure?” he asks. “You have some really long legs.”

“They’re not that long,” I insist, but he only chuckles.

“They’re longer than average,” he assures me. “But that’s not a bad thing.”

I still don’t know if he’s teasing me or not, but I attempt to pretend I don’t have freakishly long legs, even though I know I do—I’ve been teased about them before. “Well, long legs or not, I have plenty of room,” I lie.

“She’s bullshitting you,” Jax chimes in. “Her legs are pressed against the back of your seat.”

“Oh.” Hunter slides his seat forward.

My gaze snaps to Jax. “You little traitor.” As soon as the words leave my lip, I want to retract them.

While I’ve spent today joking around with Harlow and Hunter, I don’t know Jax at all. From what I could tell during class, he didn’t seem like the type of guy who likes to joke around. But then the corners of his lips quirk upward.