For all intents and purposes, maybe it would've been best if Killian had braced himself for all this.
Because judging by Jax's expression, none of this seemed random to him at all.
The redhead remained stubbornly kneeling despite having already been told to stand, sit, or simply do something else before finally answering with complete seriousness.
"Well... first, you stopped holding my waist."
Killian's head snapped toward him so quickly that it almost cracked.
"The first time, you were all over me—"
"...!"
"But as the days went by, everything became more tame. Then you started turning the lights off."
Jax frowned thoughtfully.
"Or only doing it under the blankets."
"..."
"Or when it was dark."
"...!!!"
Killian opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Not only had Jax somehow continued speaking without interruption, but every additional sentence painted the official as some sort of shameless degenerate.
