Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JAX
I spent two weeks in Asia, but, honestly, it doesn’t even compare to Rio. The color, vibrancy, vibes…I can’t get enough. And being able to spend this time with Kai? It’s the cherry on top.
Currently, we’re both sitting at a karaoke bar, a few drinks in but still very much sober, living off the good vibes.
The lights throw shadows across the room, and, although there are spotlights on me, I can see him beyond that glow.
His eyes are transfixed on every off-note key as I sing, giving in to the way I feel when I’m in his presence.
There are others in this bar, that much is obvious, but they’re all nameless people in this world of Kai.
His attention is on me, not on them, even though I’m making a complete fool of myself right now. Even if things go back to just boss and employee after this trip, we’ll forever have these memories.
As soon as the song is over, I jump off stage and run to our table, taking a drink of water. We’ve both been sipping from the same glass, which technically means our lips have been touching all night, right? We’ve been swapping spit without the tongue fucking?
The thought of all of it has my cock hardening, wanting to do more, but instead, I choose to lean against the table and prop my head on my hand.
“What’d you think?”
“Ten out of ten. No notes needed. It was perfect, Jax.”
I school my features as much as possible as someone else gets on the mic, belting out more bad singing, and we both burst into laughter. I’m laughing so hard, there are tears streaking down my face and my hand grips Kai’s shoulder to keep myself upright.
As soon I look back up and our eyes meet, though, the entire energy in the room shifts. It’s like the heater has been turned on, and someone shoved earplugs in my ears. All there is, is him. And not like before.
It’s almost like I can hear every single heartbeat, every breath. I feel like I can smell him that much more, that masculine scent, and my cock is hardening. His breathing has slowed too, so I wonder if he’s feeling the same way.
My hand starts skating down his arm, falling slowly but tracing the shape until I finally reach his hand. My finger is just resting between his thumb and forefinger, waiting on him to make the next move, but he remains motionless for one beat, then two, and then there’s a twitch.
His hand wraps around my finger, holding it like a child would hold their parent’s, and I catch myself staring at the motion.
I feel like I’m sixteen, holding a boy’s hand for the first time as I move forward, twisting our wrists until our fingers interlock.
Both our breaths woosh out, his brushing against my face as I hold myself back from shaking.
I want him, and I have a sneaky suspicion he may want me too.