Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
KAI
Jax lays in the crook of my arm, and I can’t help but wonder why this hasn’t been the view every day for the last however many years.
How did things turn out so badly? Where did it all go wrong? It’s the same fucking question that I ask myself on repeat, especially in moments like this. I once again make a mental note to ask him about it, I keep fucking forgetting, and this is something I need worked out.
I took my time cleaning him up after tonight—a warm towel to wipe away the remnants of me— before we got in the tub together and soaked in the warm water.
His back was flush against my chest, allowing me to wrap my arms around him and slowly cup the water to pour over his arms. By the time he started dozing off, the water started to run cold, and I took that as my sign to get us out, which is how we ended up here.
I’m afraid to even breathe too heavily right now, and, even though I have to pee, I don’t dare move.
He looks so peaceful. His black hair is pointing in random fucking directions, adding a sense of innocence I admire. He’s still so youthful at heart, something I admire and wish I was more like.
Ever so gently, I brush my lips against his forehead. His eyebrows pinch together, folding a little crease in the skin before lying flat again. He snuggles in deeper, and I rest my head on top of his, feeling content for the first time in a long time.
The shitty thing is, that everything says we shouldn’t be doing this.
The CEO and his personal assistant, fuck this is exactly how every bad sitcom starts.
How can things be so wrong though, when they feel this fucking right?
If this wasn’t meant to be, then why does it feel so easy?
It’s not like we’re both trying to brave a choppy ocean, instead it’s like we’re floating amongst a calm lake.