The ride back to the villa was a silent torment, the confirmation Jax needed to know that he had somehow offended Ruan again, though he couldn't pinpoint why. The air in the buggy felt thick, heavy with unspoken words.
Jax's chest tightened as he stole glances at Ruan's profile. His jaw was clenched, and he wasn't looking at him; instead, his eyes were fixed on the blur of palm trees around the island.
That morning, they had shared something extraordinary, a moment so electric it still lingered in Jax's skin. They had stood so close, and if Cal hadn't burst in, Jax would have kissed Ruan, would have given in to the pull that had been building for days.
He had wanted it so badly. The kiss. The ache of it was still coiled in his gut. But now, after Ruan's first therapy session, something had shifted. Ruan's silence was confusing, and Jax couldn't help but wonder what had sparked this anger. What had he done wrong?
