Oh, my hell, why am I such a dumbass? I never should have kissed him.

It was such a good kiss, though …

Jax’s brows suddenly tug together, and I become stupidly aware that I’m just staring at him. Or, well, more specifically, at his mouth.

Forcing my gaze away from his lips, I meet his gaze. “Fancy shots sound fun, but I don’t really know any.”

“That’s okay. We can look up recipes online.” He digs his phone out of his pocket.

“And I’ll go see what alcohol we have.” Hunter starts down the hallway that leads to the kitchen while Jax and I head into the living room.

Halfway in, he reaches over and threads his fingers with mine.

My pulse instantly quickens from the contact, but I don’t pull back, allowing him to guide me over to the sofa. Then he sits down, pulling me down with him so we’re sitting close. Like really, really close, to the point where our sides are touching.

He lets go of my hand, and I figure that’s that, but then he drapes his arm along the back of the sofa right behind me. The scent of his cologne kisses my nostrils, and I find myself discreetly breathing it in. You know, like a total weirdo.

My mind again drifts to how we kissed earlier and how neither of us have said anything about it. Is that normal after you kiss a guy?

“So, what are some of your favorite flavors?” Jax asks with his gaze on the screen as he scrolls through some recipes. “Cherry? Lime? Coffee? Lemon?” Wisps of his hair dangle in his eyes as he glances up at me. “Any of those sound good?”

My mind is still half-stuck in kiss land, and I end up blinking at him like a doe-eyed idiot, I’m sure.

“What …? Oh. Yeah. Flavors.” Face palm, Ravenlee. Way to look like a spaz. “Personally, I think cherry is kind of barf. Lime’s okay, but lemon’s better. Coffee is the bestest of the bestest flavors.” I smile.

So does he.

He has a pretty smile. Sad, but pretty.

“I love coffee, too.” He looks back at his screen. “So, I’m thinking that maybe this right here might be our best bet.”

I lean over to get a look at the recipe. “It has a lot of coffee liquor in it. Do you have all of what the recipe needs?” When he doesn’t answer right away, I glance up at him.

He appears distracted, his gaze fixed on me.

“Is everything okay?” I ask worriedly.

He bobs his head up and down, blinking a few times. “I’m fine.” He pushes a smile onto his face then shifts closer to me so we’re basically cuddled up together. “You just smell good, that’s all.”

I chuckle. “I smell like Hunter’s bodywash.”

He drums his fingers along the back of the sofa. “Well, it smells better on you.”

My lips pull upward. “Is that your way of telling me I smell nice, Jaxon?”