A/N: I'm such a liar. I know I said I won't update anything until my end terms are over, but I couldn't help myself

I love writing in this Jax's POV. It's so much fun :P

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Can't You See me?

For the following two weeks, Jax and Tara hadn't seen much of each other. Jax's fight was coming up and Tara didn't want to mess with his routine.

She would come early in the morning and have her self defence classes with whomever was available at a given day. It was usually Juice, though Kozik and Miles also helped.

Tara enjoyed spending time with them. They would usually crack jokes and tease each other, but when it came to practicing some moves, things were always serious.

By the time she was done with her lessons, she would be exhausted and could barely think straight.

She would only see Jax in passing or in a distant part of the gym, rehearsing. Tara didn't want to waste his valuable time, so she would just wave at him and give him an encouraging smile before she went her way.

What Tara didn't know was that Jax was actually offended by her refusal to let him train her.

Did she really think he wouldn't find time for her?

She could have waited for him to finish, and then he would practice with her. It would be no problem for him. Moreover, he would gladly spend time with her.

So why didn't she want to spend time with him?

She told him that she didn't want to disturb him or his routine.

But the fact that she was practising with someone else other than him disturbed him even more.

Whenever he would glance at her at the other part of the gym, one of the guys would have his hands on her.

Granted, there was probably nothing overly sexual in their interaction, since they knew Tara was taken. Surely, they were just showing her the right way to do something.

It annoyed him nevertheless.

And when he would hear her laugh, he had to stop whatever he was doing and turn, just to look at her in all her beauty. Her laughter would ring out in his head long after she'd stopped laughing and concentrated on the task at hand.

She was distracting him more now than when she was with him.

At least then he knew that she was beside him. He could observe her, admire her from up close and still be engrossed in their lesson.

However, for the past two weeks, he had barely managed to focus.

He didn't want to admit this, but he missed her. What Jax didn't understand was, how in the world could he miss someone with whom he had spent just two days?

But he did miss her.

He missed her cherry scent that engulfed him whenever he was near her, her ponytail that had hit him in the face more than once.

He missed watching her forehead wrinkle as she prepared to deliver a punch, and the way she would roll her eyes whenever he would say something stupid. The thing he missed the most were her innuendos.

It amazed him that she was able to turn him on with just her words, completely unintentionally.

Jax delivered the last kick to the punching bag before he took off his gloves and drank some water, then made his way across the gym, where Tara sat on the bench, surrounded by Juice, Kozik, Kip, Rat, and two new guys he hadn't met yet.

Tara was saying something and the guys were laughing. Jax sat on the bench beside her, a little too close perhaps, but he didn't register that.

Instead he looked at her up close for the first time in days and he felt his stomach flip at the mere proximity of her.

She was fucking gorgeous. She looked even more beautiful than the last time he saw her.

Today, she was wearing olive green tank top with black shorts. He gulped.

Were those shorts shorter than the ones she usually wore?

Also, her legs looked more toned, more muscly.

-"What're you laughing at?" - he asked when he finally managed to peel his eyes away from her thighs, still panting from his workout.

-"Tara was telling us a joke."

One of the new guys answered, his hands in his pockets, looking at Tara with puppy dog eyes, like he expected her to reach up and pat him or something.

Jax immediately decided he didn't like him.

Fucker. Why the fuck was he looking at Tara like that? He better not be touching himself or he would cut off his junk.

Jax rolled his eyes at the guys, just wishing that he could be alone with Tara. And like God sent, Chibs came yelling at them to go back to practicing and sparing. Jax couldn't help but grin. He now had Tara all to himself.

-"So, how is your training going?" - she asked as she turned to him and straddled the bench.

-"It's going well." - he lied.

Jax couldn't actually admit to Tara that she was on his mind for the past fortnight when he was supposed to be thinking of his fight and the possible opponent. He couldn't tell her that he was thinking about her in not so innocent way. It would be too weird to tell her that she was in his dirty dreams, that it was hard for him to concentrate when she was so close but so far away from him.

It was going well, but not as well as he had hoped.

-"Neal told me this fight's important."

Sighing, Jax nodded.

The fight was just one in the series of more serious ones that he was supposed to have. It meant more cash but also more serious opponents who were more driven towards winning by hook or by crook.

He mimicked her move, turning to face her by straddling the bench.

-"Yeah. It means more money that I could send to my mom. And it means more cred for me among the other fighters. "

Tara nodded, understanding what he had meant by that.

Neal explained some of the terms and things to her, and she knew that winning this fight would earn Jax more respect among his fellow fighters.

-"I know you'll win. I totally believe in you."

At that, Jax blushed. Like actually blushed. Did Tara notice it?

She continued – "Besides, who would stand you brooding all the time if you lost?"

They both laughed looking at each other, and just like that, it was like those two weeks apart never happened. Jax felt his mood brighten and his spirits lift as he watched small wrinkles appear at the corner of her lips as they spread into a wide grin, directed at him.

Forget about it, Jax.

-"Thanks. So, how are your lessons going?"

Tara smiled, glancing at Juice and Miles who were sparing at the moment, then back at Jax.

-"Good. The guys are really nice and are helping me big time." - she answered.

-"Oh, yeah? Are they better than me?"

That was meant to sound playful, but there was some strain in his voice as he said it. He really hoped she would say no. He wanted her to say no.

Tara chuckled, tilting her head to the side and arching her brow, a crooked grin on her face.

-"Maybe."

Jax gulped, licking his lower lip, then drawing it between his teeth in an attempt to hide the hurt he felt.

Tara swatted his arm, laughing.

-"Kidding. I'm kidding, Teller. God, you're such a man. You're all great."

-"But did you miss me?" - he wiggled his brow with a smug grin on his face.

Tara rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.

-"Honestly? Yeah. I like our banter. But I prefer you win the fight than to blame me for possible failure."

She got up, taking her sports bag and swinging it over her shoulder. Jax followed her as she left the gym.

-"I wouldn't necessarily blame you. I'd blame myself for letting myself get distracted by you."

She laughed and bumped his shoulder.

-"Shut up, Teller."

Jax ravished at the touch of her skin against his. But all too soon, she pulled away, waving at Neal who was waiting for her on the parking lot.

-"See you, Teller. Good luck with your fight." - she said, walking backwards.

-"You're gonna be there, right?"

It sounded like a plea. It was a plea. He wanted her there. He wanted to see her smile at him when he won.

-"Of course. Wouldn't miss it!"

Grinning, she turned her back to him as she walked towards Neal. They hugged and kissed, but Jax pretended not to care.

She was going to see him fight and that was all that mattered. And Jax be damned if he didn't win.

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