EXTENDED SUMMARY: Angelia Garza is Jax's first real love. She also has family in the Mayans. They could've been a real Romeo & Juliet but it never happened. Fifteen years later Angelia comes back stumbling into Jax's life. Both of them unaware of the carnage that is left behind either as they try and rebuild their lives: Jax with his family and Angelia wanting a fresh start. But everyone knows the past won't always stay dead. Especially in the case for Jax and a dangerous new enemy in the form of Angelia's husband.
A/N: I originally posted this on and a reviewer recommended that I also post this on here. So I decided why not? It couldn't hurt. This is my first ever attempt at a SONS story. So any feedback or reviews of any kind would be lovely and helpful. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my little story! ENJOY!
It was 2:36 in the morning when his phone had sounded off in his pocket. Jax had placed one of his hands over his pocket, attempting to muffle the sound as he continued to close the door to Colette's room.
He tried to feel bad about what had transpired between the two over the past six hours but, truth be told, Jax couldn't find a single fuck to give. Colette had been there when he needed comfort the most. She didn't pry and try to ask questions. She hadn't been looking for any sentimental bullshit like a croweater would have (not that Jax would have gone that route). Colette had made it simple for him and in that simplicity he and his raging libido had found peace.
Things had been so up in the air with him an Tara the past year (more like royally fucked). He knew a majority of it had to do with their life; his life. He'd done everything he could to try and get them out. To make her feel more secure and to get her to believe in him that he could get them out. Little by little, though, he could see the doubt, the resentment, towards him and his charter begin to set in. She no longer backed him in the corner of the ring like she used to and continuously, it seemed now, shut him out.
The final straw that had broken him was the call that had denied him again from being able to see her. To let her know that he had been in her corner and was going to get her out. She'd denied him…and Jax was tired of being denied.
He knew in his heart, somewhere, that he should have felt guilty for what he had allowed to transpire between him and Colette. Maybe somewhere in what was left of it he did. But after that phone call he just didn't fucking care anymore.
As he dug out the phone from his pocket he thought about who would most likely be calling him at this hour. The only thought he could have was maybe his mother. Maybe one of the boys' if something had come up. Neither of those options helped keep the tension in his shoulders from resurfacing. The feeling almost making him want to crawl back into bed next to the blonde beauty who eased his frustrations.
Seeing the number on the caller I.D. was neither of the options he'd come up with. His brow furrowed in confusion. Realization hit him fast as the familiar looking number clicked in as the jail house back in Charming.
As he made his way to the front door, passing by some girls still working long into the hours, he hit the answer button and slipped out the front door. Shooting the remaining girls his infamous smile. The sound of giggles females sounded his entrance back into the world.
"Which one of you assholes am I having to come rescue?" he answered, voice heavy with teasing.
He'd placed the phone on his shoulders, his cheek holding it in place as he began to wiggle his fingers into his riding gloves. When he was done he got onto the bike and realized while he was grabbing his helmet that nobody had said anything just yet. Alarms went off in his mind before he quickly quieted them down to a low murmur. By now any one of his boys would have started hollering about one thing or another.
"Look maybe you accidentally called the wrong number-"
"Jax?"
The delicate voice he heard stopping his words cold. This time it was his turn to stay quiet as his brain ran a million miles a minute trying to figure out who this chick was and how she'd gotten his number.
"I know you're still there. You, uh, breathe kind of…heavily."
"It must be the two packs a day," he replied back sharply. "Who the hell is this?"
"Jax its Angelia. Angelia Garza?"
By the slight hope in her voice she was expecting he would remember her and remember her he did. There was no way in hell he could forget her.
At the mention of her name his mouth suddenly went dry and his vision seemed to stumble. Jax found he couldn't sit on the bike anymore; it was too still. He jumped off of it fast and started a small circle of pacing around it. Clearing his throat he removed the helmet in one swift motion; his fingers nervously playing through his hair before he quickly spurted, "Angie? What the hell are you doing calling me?"
It had come out a lot harsher than he had intended. As that frustration grabbed a hold of him, he closed his eyes at the complete disbelief of what he'd just done: his fist clenched up in the air as he mentally fought not to swing out at the air.
"Oh, I uh…" she rambled out, "I thought it was a little obvious. I'm locked up. In the jail. Here. In Charming. I was, well, I was hoping you could come bail me out?"
She asked the last timidly. As if she was afraid he would just leave her there to rot. How she could have thought that was beyond Jax. How could you leave your first love sitting in a jail cell? Especially the funky ass cells they had in their home town.
"I promise I will pay you back Jax-"
"Don't worry about it Ang I'll be there as soon as I can."
She let out a heavy sigh of relief and Jax found himself imagining how she looked. Was she leaning up against the wall? Did she still cradle the phone tightly to her ear as if someone was going to steal it? Did her free hand still twirl the cord in her fingers? He was already hoping back on the bike and grabbing the helmet when he realized he was thinking of fifteen year old Angelia Garza. Who had the body of an adolescent teen but a face that had him get into more fights than he'd care to admit to.
Jax didn't know what or who this Angelia Garza was or how she looked. He doubted she was still the rough around the edges awkward girl he'd dated. The irrational feeling to get to her as fast as possible after fifteen years made him feel ridiculous. She was just another chick. A girl from his past.
"You don't ever forget your first love, baby."
His mother's condescending words shot through his mind as he heard her take in a deep breathe before she breathed, "Thank you so much, Jackson."
"No problem, Ang."
"Alright miss the fifteen minutes is up."
The guard must have been close; too close for him to be able to hear every word perfectly. A stirring of jealously started deep in his gut as his foot kicked back the kick stand. His legs strained to hold the bike in place.
"See you soon," Angelia spoke into the receiver.
It may have been fifteen years but Jax still knew that sound of anxiety in her voice and it was all he needed to spur him on.
"See you soon."
He hung up with her and quickly put the phone away before he started off back towards the highway. The throttle from the engine bouncing off of the neighborhood as he tore back to town. Her three words ringing in his ears as a promise and a reward.
Angelia did another raspberry as she looked back up at the clock. It had been almost two hours since she had called Jax to get her out and he still hadn't shown. When he'd answered he hadn't sounded like she had woken him. On the contrary, he sounded alert and ready to spit out jokes mistaking the person on the phone for someone he knew. Well, he did know her it was just…she wasn't a dude.
As the first hour had passed and the knots of anticipation had set in, she'd begun to wonder why of all people she could have called, she called him. Angelia could have called her Tio Jorge or her Tia Mary, but instead she'd ended up calling the one person from her past that had too much left unsaid. Maybe that was it? Maybe it had just been the fact she'd moved back into town and the first person she thought of was him.
It had been stupid of her. To be so brazen as to think he would still remember her after all this time and that he hadn't moved on. Angelia knew he had. Even though her family detested him (mostly because he was a Son and she was from a Mayan family) they had kept her up-to-date on him. Even though they had been the ones that had taken her away from him, they at least kept her informed.
When she'd been locked up in her room for days and days at a time, all they would say is that he was doing the same. That Opie couldn't get him out of his room. That besides Jax's room all he ever did was sleep, shit, shower, and maybe, maybe on a good day go out to the garage at the house and work on his bike.
Angelia could still remember how excited he was when he'd looked outside on his birthday and saw that brand new Harley sitting out on the lawn with his name on it. He'd hugged both Clay and his mom so tight that the older man swore he'd inadvertently cracked a rib somehow. He'd turned those excited cornflower blue eyes on her and, even as she remembered it, it made her breath catch.
"Come on, baby. I'm gonna take you on the ride of your life."
She smiled to herself remembering the ridiculous eyebrow dance of seduction he'd tried on her. Jax had taken her hand and ran her over to the bike. Jax had lifted her onto the seat and Angelia had tried to keep up with him; adjusting herself on the seat as he hastily got on the bike and handed her his helmet. She'd barely had any time at all to get it on before he'd started the engine. Once she'd made sure her arms were secure around his waist, she went to lay her cheek against the bare leather of his cut (the space open for the day he got patched in) when he turned back to look at her. It made her jump in surprise, almost causing her to lose her spot on the bike.
"You know this is where you belong."
Jax had stared so intensely into her eyes as he had spoken every word with purpose. Angelia knew he hadn't meant it in a sexist way. As if saying, "You belong behind me not in front of me," type of way. The look in his eyes told her plainly that he didn't just want her there, but needed her to be there. That she was meant to be by his side through thick and thin as they had always been, treating her as his equal.
Angelia always loved Jackson Nathanial Teller ever since she was nine years old. The mystery girl who'd moved into town to live with her Tia Mary had been befriended by the notorious Gemma Teller-Morrow. Gemma had taken a liking to Angelia early on; whether she'd felt pity for Angelia or what, she had never been able to figure it out. But while her Tia had been off working, Gemma had offered for her to stay at Teller-Morrow after school, to play with her son. Gemma's attempt at making friends for her, she assumed.
Little did she ever think that Angelia would grow to have a crush on her eleven year old son and neither had Jax. That day on his birthday, however, Jax had realized just how fiercely a love of a Latina went. Punching an older girl at the party Angelia had thought was just too close to her future husband. Even though Gemma had stuck her in time out she'd sat with her, complimenting her young self on having quote unquote, "One hell of a right hook for a kid your age."
Now that she was older, Angelia could now see Gemma hadn't done it just out of the kindness of her heart: She'd wanted to find out what had turned peaceful little Angie so violent.
Jax had kicked the engine on; moments later they'd rode off the lawn sending pieces of grass and dirt spraying back on the gawking club members and his mother, who let her displeasure be heard way over the roar of engine. Angelia could her Jax's reply of laughter as the muffled sound vibrated along the cheek she'd pressed back against the cool leather. They'd took off to the praise and vulgar jokes shouted at them and she knew all Jax could see was the open road before him.
He'd driven all over town. Angelia had been sure he had even forgotten about her presence as he'd enjoyed the freedom of the ride. Even she had felt a little daring; letting go of him for a split second as she spread her arms wide; sharing in the moment of freedom with him.
"I knew you were gonna love this, babe!" he'd shouted back at her. The happiness so thick in his voice it had curled a smile onto her lips.
Jax had finished up the ride at Lover's Peak. Ironically, it being the place where they had first made love.
Moments like that had hung so heavy in her heart that she wasn't sure how she could ever imagine loving someone else so intimately as she had loved Jackson. Her family and what little friends she had kept telling her that in time she would find another love. But in Angelia's experience, there was no love that quite compared to that of your first.
So when her cousin Celeste had informed her of Jax's new girlfriend, Tara, Angelia had thought a part of her had shattered. For the longest time she'd imagine this grand escape: Jax would somehow find out where they had moved her and would be revving the engine of his Harley outside. She would run to him and they would run off somewhere where no one could ever pull them apart again. Even though Angelia loved her fairytales with her biker prince, she was a realist. And she knew that she had been replaced by another.
At first she had been hurt and then angry. How could he say he loved her and that they should have gotten emancipated so they could marry! He must have meant none of it if he could just so easily move on, she would snarl in her head. Once she was older, however, Angelia realized that Jax was doing what most people had to do: move on.
After she'd graduated and gotten ready for college, Celeste had written about Tara moving away and Jax moving on to a croweater named Wendy. After that letter, during finals for her teaching credentials, Celeste had sent another about Wendy becoming pregnant. Angelia asked for no more letters with the name Jackson Teller in it after that.
Throughout all her relationships the only person she had thought of, could think about, was Jax. None of these men could ever live up to the love that she'd had in her heart since she was nine and an eleven year old Jax had put a piece of bubblegum in her hair, demanding that she save it for later for him.
They had been each other's first that night on Lover's Peak and had intended to be each other's first and last in marriage. They'd even picked up the names of the two kids they'd wanted to have; daydreaming about the day when it would happen and who they would look like the most.
When the families had found out about them wanting to marry so young, that's when they had pulled them a part. Well, technically, it had been the bitter war that had started between the Mayans and SAMCRO that had done it. But Angelia wouldn't find out about that until she was much older and in college. It was still something that ate away at her and the proof of it being when she had seen her cousin Celeste when she'd gotten back into town. Celeste had instantly started talking about the new SAMCRO Pres. And the family that he had created.
Taking her mind away from her thoughts, Angelia looked through the bars, sparing one last glance at the clock. She settled back against the ugly cracked beige walls and tuck her hands close to her chest.
Maybe the truth was she did know why she called Jax. A first love is a hard thing to miss.
"Ms. Garza," at the sound of the officer's voice Angelia shot up to attention. "It looks like your bail has finally been made. You're free to go."
And with that being said she couldn't have gotten up any faster. She wanted her jacket back. Most importantly, she wanted her shoes back. Why they had taken it upon themselves to take both her shoes AND socks, Angelia would never know. Officer O'Brien took her by the arm and continued to lead her back up to the booking area where the bag that held her belongings was being emptied out onto a table.
She began to get too giddy; her steps becoming more like small hops, which quickly died down from the sideways looks she'd received from the officers. As she took her final steps in front of the table the female officer also had a sour look, as if she'd been sucking on a lemon. Her lips drawn so tight Angelia thought it looked like nothing but a hard line on an otherwise pretty face.
"One leather bomber jacket, one pair of converse, one pair of socks, one wallet with 23.76-"
"You counted my wallet?" Angelia laughed in disbelief as she moved to start putting on her socks.
The unamused face of the woman looked at her briefly before she chose to continue. Her voice as monotone as the rest of her.
"And 3 credit cards. A stick of bubble gum. A belt and last but not least, a key ring featuring 5 keys and a rabbits foot."
"Guys are pretty extensive, huh?"
Perhaps it was just the fact that she had been locked inside a beige nightmare for close to seven hours, but she was feeling pretty chipper. Too bad her fellow human beings couldn't feel the same.
"You done?" The woman asked (Hendrickson her name badge read), her face still as flat as her attitude.
Angelia fought the urge to salute her and just went with shaking her head.
"These will be your release papers. On the back of these release papers you will find the time you are required to appear at the court house for your hearing. Do you understand?" Angelia gave her one curt nod. "Good. You are being released on bail posted by a Jackson Teller. He is currently waiting out front for you." There was a long pause between them as Angelia felt her body freeze up. She forgot who she had called, for some reason not expecting the man to stick around. How stupid of her. "You can go," the woman (Hendrickson) reminded her. Even going so far as to give her a "shooing," motion that in other circumstances would have pissed her off.
The only thing that concerned her at the moment was the man leaning against the tree closest to his bike. For a moment she thought he was still using the same bike he'd got when he was seventeen, but noted rather quickly that it had changed.
That's not the only thing to change, she thought roughly as she pushed her way out the building and into the brisk morning.
Jackson Teller had grown into quite the striking man. Fuck striking. More like I feel like my ovaries imploded. The sudden spike in her pulse had her licking her lips as her awareness of him grew. Whether it was nerves or hormones, Angelia couldn't be quite sure. All she did know was the closer she got to him the more she felt her body begin to ache.
Fifteen years was such a long time and yet, here she was feeling like her teenage self all over again. As she had made her way down the concrete steps Jax had taken the time to nudge himself coolly off of the tree. His arms that had been crossed over his chest swinging loosely at his sides as he made calm steps in her direction. It was in that instant Angelia realized the space between them was swiftly becoming less, giving her barely any time to take advantage of her opportunity to size him up. Or eye fuck him. Whichever one seemed more appropriate.
He still favored the one size too big denim jeans. His legs seeming to be impossibly longer as she took notice how his pants still hung loosely on his hips. His Kutte, now riddled with patches (including the ever noticeable President patch), covered a loose fitting white t-shirt. He looked clean. Oh hell, what was she even saying, he looked clean?! Jax looked damn good. Always had when he was a teen and looked even more biker gorgeous now that he had grown into a man.
And what a man indeed, Angelia thought as she stopped a few feet away from him. The teasing smirk she knew all too well from him playing along his lips as he looked at her.
The full on mustache and goatee combo was a whole new thing to her. When Angelia had last seen him Jax was lucky if he could've gotten any stubble on his chin. She found herself smiling at the memory, and almost wanted to say something to see if he would remember, but decided against it.
It was like looking at a photo from the past but everything was different. He seemed a little taller. He definitely didn't appear to be as lean as he used to be. The fine definition in his arms lead her to believe the rest of him was probably just as defined, if not more. The mustache and goatee. The haunted look that made his eyes seem older; like he'd been in enough battles already to carry himself with care. Always ready for another attack. The only thing that saddened her to the point of tears was his hair. Jax had always had beautiful blonde hair that he'd grown out since he was twelve. Angelia loved playing with the golden locks when they would lay intertwined in his bed. Now, it was cut just a few inches above the neckline of his shirt and slicked back from his face.
Was he always this striking in person?
The silence between them swelled; the tussling of the leaves by the wind the only noise that came between them as they continued to stare at each other. Finally, Angelia did a small wave of her hand before she placed them both inside her jean pockets.
"Hi."
Jax's smile broke wide at her sheepish introduction and he couldn't stop himself from laughing as he shook his head.
"Hi? That's what you come up with after all these years?"
"How you doin'?" she joked in her best Joey impersonation. "That better?"
She took the final step down the cement steps and stood in the driveway of the precinct as Jax let out a small laugh. He moved the rest of the way until his six foot two frame was completely in front of her.
"It's been a long time, Ang. I've missed you."
Out of everything she could've expected, this confession was not one she expected right out of the gate. Her heart started to hammer in her chest as she locked eyes with him, hoping she could see a hint of teasing or fault. But all she saw there was that old feeling of heat and in a moment of panic she gently pushed him, the way you would a brother.
"Oh god we've been in front of each other for not even two seconds and you turn all gooey on me." For a split second she saw the shock of hurt at being dismissed flicker in those baby blue hues and she immediately start mentally kicking herself. "But for the record, Jackson…I've missed you too."
There she admitted it. It didn't make her feel any better but the spark of happiness that had replaced the hurt, along with his megawatt smile, almost made her reason it was worth it. He leaned down and scoped her up into a tight hug. At first she had been so caught off guard her arms stayed limp at her sides, until it finally registered. He was touching her. Jackson was touching her and Angelia didn't have any other choice but to wrap her arms around him just as he was about to let go and buried her face into the crook of his neck.
The suddenness to accept the hug hadn't taken Jax by surprise at all as he quickly squeezed her close to him. Burying his own face in her hair. Angelia wondered if she pressed him any tighter to her if he would magically, somehow, just become a part of her. The feel of having him so close again was intoxicating. God, did he smell good. But underneath that smell of him and his favorite cologne of choice, was the distinct smell of a female. It was delicately laced into the fabric of his shirt.
Must be his wife's, she figured as she let go of the hug. Jax reluctantly complied and when they stepped back she could've sworn she saw disappointment on his face. He quickly smiled down at her and she did her best to return it in kind.
"Thanks again for uh, coming to get me on such short notice. I'm sorry if I woke you-"
"Don't worry about it, Ang. You didn't take me away from anything important."
She felt her brow shot up in surprise as she asked coolly, "Weren't you with your old lady."
It was more of a statement than a question, which only made Jax wonder who it was that had told her about Tara. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he replied, "Right now she's up at county. Should be expecting her home sometime tomorrow."
"Oh." Then who is it that's on your shirt?
Jax took another step forward, closing the space between them in one smooth movement. His hand gently reach up to touch the right side of her face.
He couldn't believe he had barely noticed it. The whole right side of her jaw was a discolored array of heavy blacks, blues, and the beginning touches of purple. Letting him know that the bruise wasn't old but wasn't fresh anymore either. It was such a stark contrast compared to the caramel tone of her skin that, now that Jax had seen it, he couldn't understand how he'd let it slip.
He reached out his hand; palm resting gently on her bruised cheek as his index finger drew a delicate line over he swollen bottom lip.
Jax wouldn't lie. He was using this new found information to get closer to her. While he was indeed curious and in all honesty, already pissed that someone had touched her so violently, it had made it easier for him to close the space between them. They were only a breathe away from completely touching and just being so near to her was already sending a heat so definite through him that having just his hand on her was starting to not be enough.
It had been so long. Yet it felt like it was just the other day when he had been holding her in his arms. All the old memories and emotions he figured would have died out after Tara had come into the picture. Those old things slowly getting tossed out to make room for the new relationship he'd thrown himself into. For the first months he'd felt nothing but guilty. That guilt haunted him longer as he tried to reason with his own conscience. He'd told himself there was no way Angelia was ever coming back and his heart needed to accept it.
But here she was.
Now. In this very moment in front of him and god had she always been this beautiful? The gangly and awkward girl he had been with had now been replaced by a strong woman whose body was no longer gangly at all. The soft feminine curves on her small figure making him wonder what the difference fifteen years could make on a body. What he really wanted to know is if her body would still react to his touch the way it had when they were younger lovers.
The delicate features of her face had stayed that way; the maturity age brought only highlighting her features with a few small lines around the eyes. The small crook in her nose from when it had been broken barely took away from her looks.
Angelia had got it broken when he'd gotten jumped by a few older men who'd had beef finding a SAMCRO in territory he wasn't supposed to be in. She had rushed in trying to defend him when an asshole had turned and smashed his fist in her face. Breaking her nose instantly.
It was the first time Jax had come close to murder.
Light brown eyes bore into him: her eyes had shocked him to no end with how crazy the light brown shown. As if they weren't brown at all but almost golden. Now as he looked into them he could see she was in a state of limbo just like he was. The need so clear on her pretty face but also what looked like…was that doubt? Fear?
He tried to brush past it and focused on the task at hand.
"What the hell happened?"
His voice came out soft; concern etched on his face. All Angelia could focus on was the warmth of his palm pressed into her cheek and the urge to rest it there. When his index skimmed over her battered lip she fought to keep a shiver of electricity from spreading, but failed miserably. For a brief second, Angelia had to close her eyes, even if just to clear her mind.
She was losing a battle against the intensity that was Jackson Teller; overwhelming her until she felt paralyzed.
It was so incredibly hard. Time had not made him any less intense. In contrast, Angelia felt like it had only allowed him to strengthen it instead. When she felt brave enough to reopen her eyes she wasn't surprised to see him still so close, but his finger had stopped its slow dance on her lip and his focus was completely on her now.
"Jax," she started. Her hand coming to rest on the wrist of his hand. She spoke smoothly as she removed that hand gently from her face. "Nothing serious happened. When I came into town Tia Mary had my cousin Celeste over. Words were exchanged as well as blows…"
Jax cracked a smile at her words. He laughed into his hand; running it over his face as he placed his hands back in his pockets.
"Ah I can see now why you ended up back in jail."
Laughing herself, Angelia couldn't help but shove him at his teasing.
"Hey, it is not my fault Tia moved to a different part of town. She's more respectable now. Has a backyard with actual grass and everything."
Jax made a face; the mock expression of being impressed causing her to laugh again as she shook her head.
"Which also has the built in alarm system of quick handed neighbors."
"It's one of the best alarm systems to have."
"Aren't you and Celeste a little old to still be throwing chingasos?"
Angelia felt her lip crack back open as a wide grin spread her lips at the sound of Jax speaking Spanish. It was still as sloppy as ever. She ran a quick hand through her dark hair; her fingers running into some tangles that she quickly shook lose.
"You know, you would think that but apparently Celeste is still pretty ghetto."
"Apparently so," he chuckled. "So…who won?"
Without missing a beat Angelia shot her arm up and for dramatic effect and pointed her index finger down at herself.
"The one who won the chance to a luxury stay at the county jail, duh."
They were both still smiling like idiots when the deep bass of his voice commended, "That's my girl."
Angelia fought hard to keep that smile on her face but she could feel the edges wilt and Jax had noticed it too.
But I'm not your girl anymore, she wanted to say but wouldn't ever dare to do it. So instead she cleared her throat and rubbed a hand on the back of her neck as she tried to find a way to recover.
"Oh hey you know, thank you, again, for coming out so early and all this way."
Yes, because this was the least awkward option to go with. Full-on ignore mode about his comment was what she was going for. Ignoring it was such a sound way to deal with any problem.
The smile was still on his face but a bit sadder as he looked down at the ground for a split second before laying that fierce gaze back on her.
"You already said that once," he pointed out, "and I already told you. It's no big deal."
"It may not be to you, but it is to me. I took a risk calling you after all these years and you didn't have to help me but you did. It really means a lot to me."
"It's a risk I was glad to take."
He was still so close and the words jarred into her tired mind and made her more alert than she wanted to be. She wanted to tear her eyes from his so maybe her heart would stop thundering in her chest like a caged animal. She wanted to take a step back from him, so she could breathe without the scent of him clouding up her judgment and thoughts.
"Me too," she breathed out.
And Jesus if she didn't mean it. Angelia took that second to clear her throat and hopefully her mind. Too bad she was going to need longer than a few seconds to do so.
"So-"
"Are you hungry?"
The words had blurted out of his mouth before he could stop them but he was damned if he was just going to let her walk away from him now.
"You know I am a little hungry but I'm sure Tia will make me something once she's up."
"Come on, Angie. It's close to six-thirty in the morning. By the time she's up you'll be passed out most the day."
"You have a point there," she agreed running another nervous hand through her hair. "Are you proposing food to me?"
"'I'm proposing anything you want, darlin'."
"That's a dangerous thing to leave open. What if I wanted a long early morning ride on that pretty bike of yours?"
She cocked her eyebrow at him; the teasing thick and dripping off her words as Angelia watch him instantly react.
"As long as we ended it at Lover's Peak, I'll be fine."
A devilish grin slid across his face that made Angelia's cheeks flush a noticeable pink. Damn you, Jackson! She looked down; her fingers dancing nervously through her hair once more.
"You still play with your hair when you're nervous," he pointed out blankly. "Guess old habits do die hard." The statement making her instantly drop her hand down to her side. Fixing her head back straight to look up at his teasing expression.
"Play fair, Jackson."
"I'm always fair."
"Ha!" Angelia shot her head back, her laughter exaggerated as she pointed at him. "You, fair? Please when did this happen? The Jax Teller I remember used to follow his mom around on Easter while she hid the eggs for preschool kids at the church, just to pick them up and hid them in spots they would never find. Or you would just empty them of their candy and leave them empty for them to find."
"Damn you've got a good memory," he laughed as he shook his head. "Yeah, I was a little ruthless back then."
"You Jackson Teller," Angelia started poking a finger into his chest, "were a little jackass."
Jax didn't have to think twice before his hand shot up to envelope her small one with his own. He used it to pull her closer, that megawatt smile melting all the way into her bones making her body want to sag against him.
"Yeah well I do remember there was a time you loved this jackass?"
Dangerous. This is dangerous. You need to step back.
Swallowing hard and ignoring the protests of her body, Angelia took a step back from him and cleared her throat.
"How about breakfast?" She offered ignoring the look that passed over Jax's face at her retreat.
It only took him a second to think about it before he agreed.
"Good enough for me. You still got the stomach to ride?" he asked as he started moving back towards his bike.
Scoffing, Angelia followed suit.
"As if a bird could even forget how to fly!"
When she got close to him Jax handed her his helmet; he swung his leg over and got himself evenly positioned on the bike. Hoisting up the beast he evened it out and patiently waited for her to secure the helmet before she moved to get on.
"A bird may not forget how to fly, but it can always get clipped wings."
The comment made Angelia forget the excitement that had begun low in her stomach at the thrill of another ride. Jax's words had sunken in and were beginning to take root. She grew still behind him, Jax not even noticing, as his leg kicked down to bring the bike to life and within a matter of seconds he had them on the road and headed towards food.
I'm currently working on the next chapter and it should be up by the end of today or tomorrow. Reviews, comments, or even concerns would be lovely! Once again, thank you so much for reading! MUCH LOVE!