Part 32 (2/2)
”I doubt they'd match up to you.”
I tense as his hand slips up my leg. ”And that. You say dumb things.”
”What have I said now?”
”Again, your response should've been 'not going to happen'”
”Tegan...” Jax sinks back and holds a hand in his hair. ”Not going to happen. Why are you this insecure?”
”I'm not!”
”You are!”
”Well, are you surprised considering your reputation?”
”No, but you need to trust me.”
”And you need to stop drinking.”
Our eyes meet in a Tegan and Jax style challenge, until he pouts and picks up the nearby popcorn, repeatedly throwing the pieces back into the bowl. ”I'll cut back but won't stop completely. How's that?”
”Better.”
”And will you stop doubting me?”
”I'll cut back but won't stop completely.” I laugh as he throws a handful of popcorn at me and catch his hands.
Our struggle over who has the upper hand flows through every aspect of our relations.h.i.+p. Even though I often win the verbal, he usually wins the physical. Usually. My hair hangs in Jax's face as I sit astride him and hold his arms away from me.
Jax blows a strand away. ”You're intoxicating enough.”
I scrunch my face up. ”Oh, G.o.d, please don't tell me I'm your drug.” I let his hands go and clutch my chest. ”An addiction running through your bloodstream and you can't get enough. Craving me every minute of every day.”
”You're funny.”
”I don't do silly romance.”
”And I only do the truth. It might get me into trouble, but I'd never bulls.h.i.+t you.”
”I hope so.” I dig my nails into his hard abs. ”If I see you with a girl. Once. This is over.”
He winces and catches my hands. ”I wouldn't do that to you. I don't want to lose you. You're my girl.”
His words dig into my heart, pus.h.i.+ng himself further into the corner I don't want anybody to go. ”That's cute.”
”Aren't you my girl?” He drags me toward him by the hands until our nose touch.
”I'm here aren't I?” I say and skim my lips against his. ”I don't get naked for just anybody.”
”I like you naked.” He runs both hands down my back and pulls me closer. ”And happy.”
I roll off him before my body has any more ideas about his nakedness and how exploring him further would be fun. Again. ”Tell me about non-rock star Jax.”
”What do you want to know?”
”What were you like at school?”
”n.o.body paid any attention to me at school. I wasn't a cool kid. Too busy with the twins and music for much else.” Jax curls a tendril of my hair around his finger.
”Nothing?”
”We snuck into clubs in town a few times but apart from that my life was about music. I figured I could indulge in the booze and women once I hit the big time because I was sure we would.”
I ignore the women comment. ”I love how much you believe in yourself.”
”I thought you said I was arrogant?”
”Admit you are sometimes, Jax.”
”Call it what you like. Once we arrived at uni and started gigging, a few more people were interested. Then Ruby. Then Jem and things became f.u.c.king awesome.”
There's a question, which nags, a desire to discover the man beneath the persona. Something to guide me what being his girl exactly means. ”You never had a girlfriend?”
”Nothing at school. Like I said, too busy.” He leans across me to reach his beer from the bedside table. ”The girls I liked weren't interested in me.”
”Are you seriously telling me you didn't have girls all over you at school?”
He grins. ”I was skinny and quiet, didn't dress to impress. I wasn't always an egomaniac you know.”
”But never a relations.h.i.+p?”
He shakes his head and drinks again. ”Not really.”
”At uni?”
”A few very short relations.h.i.+ps. Like, a couple of weeks. Girls get p.i.s.sed off when I don't pay them enough attention, so I stopped pretending I would.” Jax tips his head. ”Why all the questions?”
”Trying to figure out the guy beneath the rock star, that's all.”
”I'm not him. I told you that before.” He purses his lips, as if not wanting to ask the next question. ”You? Did you have something serious at school.”
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