**Jax**

Laughing, she shook her head. "C'mon, Jax. Don't act so surprised. Everything about you runs hot. You're explosive. You have to know that."

This wasn't the first time I'd been told I was hotheaded and impulsive, but my gut was telling me she didn't mean it quite like that. I could either pry for an explanation, or I could have a bit of fun. I closed the small distance between us, and she tilted her head back to see my face.

"I guess the only ...