Jax's hand moved to his chest, rubbing it as if to soothe the ache building there. He took a tentative step forward, his voice trembling. "Why are you acting this way?" He paused, searching for the right words, but they eluded him. "I…"
Ruan shifted, rolling onto his side to face Jax, still stretched out on the bed. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, Jax was back in that morning's near-kiss, the memory so vivid it stole his breath.
Ruan's gaze was intense, unyielding, and as if he could sense Jax's thoughts, he bit his lower lip. That small, deliberate gesture sent a jolt through Jax's body.
"Say what you want to say, Jax, or get out of my room and go be with Cal, since you're planning to tour together." Ruan's tone was laced with something bitter, almost accusatory.
