‘ right, right. god forbid i throw a spanner
in the works of your saintly reputation – i’d
never forgive myself. ’
her grin broadens into something equal parts warm and mischievous,
almost challenging in her chafing sarcasm ; she may be on the outskirts
of his life, and more or less content to stay that way, but she’s not stupid,
either. ( between the motorbike and the slightly rough-edged look he has
to him – plus how he spoke to her when they first met – she’s relatively
assured in her conviction that there’s something at least a little questionable
going on behind the veil ; it’s enough to make her a little uncomfortable,
wondering if keeping her nose in her own business and not breathing a
word of her suspicions makes her an accomplice of some sort, but she
doesn’t quite want to cry wolf without solid backup and be proved wrong,
either. )
task concluded in finality, she turns back to face jax in full, then ;
weight leaned back against the counter on her elbows, brow cocked
– there’s an if you’re trying to charm me, don’t compare me to other
girls hovering on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it back. ( for now. )
‘ i am an absolute fucking delight,
as a matter of fact, thank you for
noticing. ’
‘ i am a saint, thank you. saintly as they come. might
not believe it but it’s very true. i’m practically a nun. ’
comparing her to other girls most likely wasn’t the smartest move, as she
already seemed to hate his guts a little. stocking the shelves would most
likely be because of her needs and not his own, but a boy could dream.
playing house with her wasn’t the worst thing that happened in that house.
a bite to his lower lip as she looks at him fully and speaks, making his
heart sink into his chest like no other time before. her full attention was
something he asked for often, though it made him nervous every time.
it was something about the way she looked at him, the way her eyes
moved, that led him to believe she was a different person entirely. she
didn’t deserve this life that he was leading her towards, though she only
lived with him. they were not romantically involved and she had yet to
meet the rest of his so-called family. she was out of the danger zone,
though something would surely slip through the cracks soon.
a hand ran through his hair as he rested against the counter in front of
her, eyes looking over her form as she cleaned up nicely. just before she
had jumped into the shower, he saw her hair and how wild it had looked
then. perhaps he was just used to seeing her this way - pretty & small -
and not like a woman that had just woken up. yet here she was, looking
pretty as ever, and he wouldn’t put it past her that she did it on purpose.
to confuse him and make him want her even more. objectifying women
happened to be a hobby of jackson’s, but she was helping him with that.
‘ you’re alright, i guess. did you at least get
some kool aid ? because that shit would hit the spot. ’