“A little,” he agrees. “But I want to.”

“Just as long as you get to braid my hair, right?” I tease, because I honestly can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.

Nodding, he looks completely serious as he extends his hand toward my head and sweeps strands of my hair out of my face. “If I get to do one thing tonight, it’s that I want to braid your hair.” When he pulls his hand back from my hair, he ends up softly tugging on the strands. The same tugging sensation floods my mind with a memory …

“I’m not sure if I’m doing it right?” the boy says as he tries to braid my hair.

It’s been a while since it’s been braided, because my mom usually does it. But I haven’t seen her in a while, either.

“Just try your best,” I try to reassure him, knowing that he’s only doing this because he knows I miss my hair being braided.

“I will this time,” he tells me as he fiddles with my hair. “But after this, I’m going to learn how to so that, next time, you’ll have the most perfect braid ever.”

I smile at that. He’s always so nice to me. And makes me feel safe—

“Raven.” Jax’s voice tugs me back to reality, along with a brush of his fingers along my cheekbone. “Are you okay?”

As my vision comes back into focus, I become aware that we have left the bedroom and have started to descend the stairs, but I can’t remember doing either.

“Um … Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie, feeling as though I just completely lost track of time, which I kind of did.

I’m not sure why I keep having these memories or what they mean. But, with the way that they play out, I can’t help wondering if the guys are somehow connected to them. How? Are they the boys in them? That would mean I already know them, though. While I don’t want to ask just yet, the words almost leave my lips. I need to know, yet I fear knowing.

Just then, Hunter appears at the bottom of the stairway, distracting me.

“So, I’m thinking we need margaritas,” he declares as he kicks off his boots in the foyer. “That’s a slumber party drink, right?”

“That sounds like a super sugary drink, if you ask me,” I inform him as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

I can feel Jax’s gaze burrowing into me, and I can tell he’s concerned about me.

That makes two of us.

Hunter pulls a face. “Yeah, I know. I’m just trying to think of slumber party type drinks.”

“We could just take shots,” I suggest as I slip off my own boots.

He points a finger at me. “Shots aren’t slumber party drinks.”

“We could make a fancy shot,” Jax offers as he kicks off his own shoes.

When I glance at him, he offers me a smile. Hopefully, that’s an indicator that he’s going to let my freak-out on the stairway drop. Although, what about us kissing? Is he going to bring that up? Should I?