Chapter 5:
"Leave the fireworks for those who cast no spark of their own."
―Karen Abbott, Sin in the Second City: Madams, Ministers, Playboys, and the Battle for America's Soul

It had to be verging on midnight, but a clubhouse party usually rages on to the early hours of the morning. I wasn't surprised by anything I saw around here though. Most of the Sons had a Crow Eater on his lap and the only one who didn't was Clay. He talked to a few people around the bar, drank and played a game of cards with Piney and some Randoms, but he left. I saw Piney flirting with one of these scantly clad women and if he could get their attention, I know Clay could. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood.

Almost every woman in here has tried to get Jax's attention, but he seemed to be a picky guy when it came to who was going to be sitting on his dick tonight because he's dismissed 99% of the whores that have strutted up to him. The vanilla-blonde, who I deemed Queen of the Sweetbutts, was the only woman he allowed to sit on his lap and fetch him beers. He barely talked to her though. His attention was primarily on Opie and I could tell they were best friends because they've been laughing and talking for hours, the women sitting with them just arm candy. When Jax would acknowledge the lighter blonde's presence, it would only be to whisper something in her ear, put his face in what was barely considered a shirt or they'd make-out for a minute.

Dad and Tig were another thing. They seemed to be a goddamn power couple because the Crow Eaters were hurling themselves at the pair. I already knew most of them were swooning over Dad's brogue and Tig's intoxicating turquoise eyes were seducing the rest. They were at their own little table and they both had 2 girls trying to keep their place on their laps or tucked under their arms as they boisterously talked to one another or the Randoms congregating around them. Happy had an entire couch reserved for him and the women he allowed to be around him. Like Jax, he seemed picky too, but he didn't let the Crow Eaters touch him too much.

Bobby and Quinn were out of sight too. I saw Bobby with Clay earlier, then he was with Piney, but he wasn't in my sights anymore. Quinn was sitting at the end of the bar for a while, went to get some feminine attention, lured the woman down the hall to the dorms and he never came back. Juice made his rounds and flirted with a few of the Crow Eaters that had more clothes on, yet still having their g-string covered asses hanging out of their miniskirts, but they didn't keep his interest for long and he came to keep me company at the bar for an hour or so, gave me a Burner, then he disappeared.

For most of the night, I've been behind the bar with Kip and I'd help him serve anyone who asked for a drink. Since I didn't have the slightest clue about mixing drinks, I let him handle that while I handed out cold beers, bottled waters, sodas or cups of ice. When we had a break, we usually talked and he always made me laugh. When they came to get drinks, some of the Crow Eaters just stared at me as if they've never seen a girl wearing jeans and others actually talked to me. Most of these women were bubbly with nice smiles and dumb or bitchy with snarky eyes and still dumb. I've been asked one too many times if I was a Son's Old Lady and I didn't exactly know what that meant, but I had a feeling it was a title girlfriends attain.

I just gave a beer to a bubbly bottle-blonde sweetbutt and she went to the table that Tig and Dad were at. They were having an arm wrestling match now, sleeves cuffed up to their shoulders to show off their muscular arms, and I discovered a club related tattoo on Dad's upper arm. Along with the spectators around them, the men were playfully yelling and taunting each other.

"Hey, can I get a beer?" I man's voice called from the other end of the bar.

I looked at Kip. He had 2 people in front of him and was mixing drinks, so I'd take this guy. I got a beer and took it down to the man. He just turned around and his steel-blue eyes were glossed with intoxication. He had powdered-chocolate hair and it was a little damp, but curling in waves around his cheekbones.

"You're new around here." I glanced up at the man while I was swapping his cash for his drink and he popped the cap off his beer. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Ashlynn." I lied after thinking about the chirpy, fake blonde who talked to me a few minutes ago. The man lightly nodded and took a sip of his beer.

"And, uh, just how old are you, Ashlynn?"

"You know, it's rude as hell to ask a woman her age or her weight." I quipped. Sarcasm was a second nature to me and it was a defense mechanism when I didn't like someone. The man threw his hands up in surrender and chuckled, but I kept a neutral face.

"How's about we leave it as 'old enough.' Sound fair?" I shrugged at the guy and didn't like his sly smirk. Thankfully, I saw another Crow Eater down near Kip and he was still busy, so I started heading down there. A hand clamped around my wrist and I was pulled into the bar, the front of my hips hitting the hard surface. The man was eye to eye with me now, but I was trying to twist out of his grip. "Where you runnin' off to, sweetie?"

"Get your goddamn hands off me." I growled and he gave me another one of those bile-churning smirks.

"C'mon, doll. Let's skip the foreplay and get straight to the good stuff."

"Get off." I demanded and by some luck, my wrist was freed.

I lurched backwards and my back hit something else hard, but it wasn't the shelves of the bar. I looked over my shoulder to see what it was. Kip. He had one hand on my shoulder and his other arm was around my waist to prevent me from falling. He was looking down at me with the utmost concern, but my head snapped around to a horrible cracking sound that only bones could make when they were broken. That's just what was happening too. The brunet wasn't sitting in a stool anymore and his beer was reduced to shattered pieces of green glass on the bar's smooth top. The man was getting his face beaten in by a sandy-blond, by Jax Teller.

Jax just punched the guy again, but he didn't fire his cocked fist. He looked at me and slightly inclined his head. His eyes weren't blazing with the powerful fires of rage anymore, they calmed to tranquil seas. I slowly nodded and he focused on the man again, fury tempting to ignite that dangerous spark.

"Don't ever touch her again." He snarled. "If you so much as look at her wrong, I'll cut your fingers off and make you eat them one by one. Do you fucking understand me?!"

With a yelp, the brunet feverishly nodded and Jax smiled. It was far from amiable and his eyes were still dark as coal. Jax straightened the man up, smoothed out the wrinkles he put in the neckline of the brown-haired man's shirt and asked him to apologize to me, which he did with a voice that was constantly experiencing convulsions. I wouldn't be surprised if this guy pissed himself.

Jax asked the man, in the most venomously polite voice, to get the fuck out of his clubhouse and the guy attempted to run away, but he was tripped and punched by Happy en route. It seemed like everyone was watching that little altercation and their eyes stayed on me or Jax for a second, then the music started up again and things went back to normal. I heard Happy laughing and he pat Jax on the back. I heard him say he was proud of the blond man before he went over to the table Dad was at. I didn't notice that he and Tig had their eyes pinned over here and they looked like they were about to turn into savages, but they seemed to calm down as Happy talked to them.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked from behind me and I remembered Kip was there. He was still holding me and I felt the spot where his strong arm was curled around my hips start to burn as my cheeks did. I was bluntly pressed against him and I stepped away, but his hand remained on my side.

"It was nothing, really. I'm alright." He didn't look convinced and he took my right arm, tugging it up. There was a faintly blueish-purple ring around it and I sighed when he frowned at it. "I bruise like a peach, Kip. It doesn't hurt."

"Hey, Marci." Jax called and I looked over my shoulder to the blond man at the bar. "Can I talk to you for a sec, darlin'?"

I looked back at Kip and he had that same look on his face from earlier when I ran away from Jax. It was...submissive? Granted, he looked like he was a little irked at the moment, but still ready to do whatever he was commanded. Kip's hand fell from my hip and he went back to tending the bar. I went to Jax's stool and took him in. His hair was usually combed back and tucked behind his ears, but a few strands were wildly out of place or sticking to his face. He just took a cigarette from his ear and lit it. He took a drag and kept it between his fingers.

"Lemme see?" He half-asked and I showed him my wrist. He put his cigarette between his lips and cupped my hand to examine the minor bruise, but I was focused on his stained knuckles...and how gingerly his hands were. He just beat a man to a bloody mess a minute ago, yet he had my hand in the gentlest grasp. "You alright?"

"Are you?" I asked and he looked up at me, pleasantly surprised. I pointed to his bloody hands. "Did you just tear the skin or did you break something?"

"Most of this isn't mine." He smirked and I softly scoffed, smiling. "But I think I just broke the skin. You gonna patch me up?"

"If you ask nicely, I might." Jax smiled and I got to see all his white teeth, the corners around his eyes wrinkling in glee. It wasn't a seductive smile either. It was a kind one and, supposedly, innocent. He put hands hands together as if he were about to start praying, bat his lashes and gave me the big puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh, please, Marceline. Find it in your loving heart to fix this lowly biker's hands. Without them, I can't ride and I'll be thrown out of the club. I won't be able to be a mechanic and I'll never be able to properly touch a woman again. I'll be useless!" I was laughing before he finished and he joined in when he was done. "Your Dad's kit should be behind there somewhere."

I nodded and crouched down a little to rummaged through the bottles. I found a red kit mounted to the wall of the shelf and it took a a bit of elbow grease to detach it, but I managed to pry it off. When I was upright again, I met a pair of blue eyes, but they weren't Jax's electric-blue ones. These eyes were sapphire with black eye shadow and eyeliner decorating them; long lashes, that were probably fake. This was the Queen of the Sweetbutts.

Jax was still sitting in his stool and his hair was managed now, but the whore leader was in front of him with her ass sticking in his face. The vanilla-blonde snarkily sized me up and I did the same to her. I glared at her before rolling my eyes and I set the kit down in front of Jax.

"Who the hell are you?" The woman asked in a snide tone.

"None of your goddamn business. What the fuck are you?" I retorted in a composed, yet malign voice and she scoffed.

"Isn't it past your bedtime, little girl? 12-year-olds should've been tucked in at 9:30."

"Actually, I'm 19 and I'm guessing under all that makeup, you're way past 50. Senior citizens get put down at 7." The woman's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "And it isn't bedtime for me, but isn't it time for you to rub some Cortisone on your pubes before your Crabs get rowdy?" The woman's mouth opened, then snapped shut, but her eyes remained wide with shock and I heard Jax snickering.

"You little-"

"Look, lady, I'm not in the mood to entertain you." I cut her off because the second she called me a bitch, blood was going to spill. "There's a hundred guys in here with hard-ons and I'm sure they'd like to bust a nut on your Botox botched face or rock-hard implants. You've got an entire room of STDs to collect and trade, go crazy."

The woman made some kind of sound that was between a gasp, a squeak and grunt of frustration. Jax had his head turned to the side, but I could see him quietly laughing and when the woman looked at him, probably wanting help, she knew he was too. She stomped her foot like a child about to throw a tantrum and quickly fled from the bar. I hope she left the clubhouse because I didn't want to see that skank's face again.

I took Jax's hand and that made him face me. He was still laughing a little, but I was already cleaning his knuckles off with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol. I was dabbing his ring finger now, but he hasn't flinched yet.

"You're a feisty little thing, just like your old man." He commented and I glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "Most girls back off before they get a piece of Ima."

"You're a what?" Jax laughed again and he took his hand out of mine to put it on his face. I tugged it back and continued cleaning it.

"That's her name, Ima."

"Lemme guess, she's a stripper?"

"Nope."

"Prostitute?"

"In the...professional sense of the term. She's a pornstar. That was one half of the infamously sexy Saffron Sisters."

"Her parents must be so proud." I teased and Jax chuckled, making me giggle with him. I finished his right hand and he gave me his left one. He had 2 rings on this one that spelled SONS and the brass was almost completely coated with blood. He took them off and I got him a glass of water for him to drop them in. "Is Ima your Old Lady?"

"I'd soon be burned alive while getting viciously penetrated by a raging chainsaw before I make Ima my Old Lady."

"That sounds soo kinky, Jax." The sarcasm was oozing from my words and Jax chuckled.

"She's just a convenient lay and she's hooked on me. She gets jealous whenever another woman catches my attention."

"I think you need to teach your fuck-buddy about boundaries before someone teaches her what it feels like to have a broken jaw." I lightly wrapped his hand with the white gauze and started putting everything back in the medical kit, swiping the leftover trash in the garbage. When I looked at Jax, he was just smirking at me and I put the kit back where I found it.

"This might be a dangerous thing to ask, but I'm going to anyway." I looked at Jax with an expression that said 'tread carefully' and he smiled. "Would you be so kind as to share a drink with me?"

After giving the question a dramatic pause of silence, I accepted Jax's offer and got us beers. I went to the other side of the bar and passed Kip when I did. He smirked at me and I smiled back. I sat on the stool next to Jax and he already had the caps of our beers off. We started drinking and talking. Jax was mainly asking me questions and when I realized it wasn't fair that he was getting my life story, we played a little game. I'd answer 1 of his questions and he'd have to answer 2 of mine. I was positive his life was much more exciting than mine.

Jax told me about himself and since I frequently asked about him, he told me what he remembered about John. He was closer to his mother, Gemma, than he was to his father, so he didn't have too many father-son bonding moments to share. He spent most of his childhood getting in trouble with Opie and when they were teenagers, they added someone to their pack. Tara. Jax went on about her and how deeply in love they were. It was a lovely thing really, high school sweethearts. I didn't have one, but I didn't care because I had Zane.

As happy as Jax sounded telling me about their relationship and how he unlocked the good girl's rebellious side, I saw the sadness in his eyes. When he told me she left him after high school without even saying goodbye, I knew why he had that look of pain.

I wasn't nervous about being around Jax anymore and our stools slid closer to each other until our legs were pressed together. Our brown bottles have tripled by now and the noise of the party around us was dying down. I guess everyone was passing out or busy fucking. I was feeling a steady buzzing inside of me and warmth coating every inch of my skin. I was tired though and I noticed I was leaning on Jax's arm. It was around me and my head was on his shoulder. We were still talking, but we migrated to low whispers and murmurs that only the 2 of us could hear. He'd sometimes put his lips to my ear and say something that would make me laugh, but I knew I'd be asleep in another minute or so.

Jax didn't seem as drunk or tired as I was and I wondered how the hell he managed to stay sober. Years of practice, I guess. I yawned and pulled myself away from his warm body to stretch.

"I'm gonna...go, uh...yeah." I slurred and turned around. My attempt at gracefully sliding off my stool was a failure, but I didn't fall to the wooden floor and I laughed.

"You are so drunk." I heard Jax say and that made me laugh more. "You're not as much of a lightweight as I thought you'd be though. C'mon, let's get you to bed."

"Aye aye, captain." I gave a pathetic salute and Jax wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me up as we walked- well, as he walked and I stumbled- back to the hall of dorm rooms.

The walking thing was becoming harder to do because the walls were slightly rocking and they wouldn't stay still. My vision was getting blurrier and I heard Jax say 'whoa' before I couldn't feel my feet on solid ground anymore. His face was closer now, so he must've picked me up, but the compelling call of sleep persuaded me to do just that.

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Some incredibly tiny person crawled into my head and decided that they should pound at the inside of my skull with a hammer. I groaned at the pain in my head that matched my heartbeat and peeled an eye open, only to snap it shut when I was blinded by the intense amount of sunlight in the room. I didn't feel too bad though. My body wasn't aching and there wasn't a deadly taste of puke in my mouth.

I took the pillow from under my head and put it over my face to block out the light I could see though my eyelids. I blindly felt around for a blanket and my fingers grazed something that was thigh level. It was a cloth of some kind and I tugged it, but it didn't come up and the material snapped away from me. I opened my eyes when I heard the sounds.

The first one was the fabric slapping bare skin and the other one was a low grunt.

Disregarding the intensity of the bright light, I flung the pillow off my head and shot up in the pull-out bed. I was in a dorm and there were posters of motorcycles or sexy pin-up women tapped around, but a sleazy poster of Ima was attached to the back of the door. Dad didn't have that in his dorm. The movement I felt next to me caught my attention and I saw a man's naked back, but a large Sons of Anarchy tattoo was inked on it, the same decal on the back of the MC's kutte. That wasn't Dad's either...

Oh, dear God. Let this be a dream. I did not have a one-night-stand with a Son!

The panic came next and I was trying to keep it from getting worse. I found the courage to see who I shared a bed, and possibly my inexperienced body, with last night and my heartbeat rapidly increased when I saw his face. Jackson Teller, the Prince of Charming, was sleeping next to me and he was down to his navy boxers.

No, no, no! It's not supposed to be like this! I'm supposed to enjoy the first time and remember it! Christ, I just met this guy!

"Please don't throw up in my bed." I barely stopped a yelp when I heard Jax grumble and he turned over again, facing me. His hair was wild with bedhead and he barely opened his eye a slit. "The bathroom's literally 5 feet away."

"J-Jax...what are you doing in here?"

"This is my room, darlin'." He sleepily smirked.

"Why are we in your bed together and why are you half-naked?"

"Wow, you're a lightweight after all." Jax smiled again, but groaned and sat up, stretching. He rubbed his eyes, then ran his hand over his face. "You were drunk, I was partially sober, I carried you back here and we went to sleep. Before you try to rip my manhood off, nothing happened. No touching, no sex, no blowjobs or handjobs or fingering. I didn't even-"

"I get it." I stopped him, but was relieved to hear that nothing happened. "You can explain the nakedness now."

"Who sleeps with clothes on?" He had a point. Once I went to bed, there was no such thing as pants. I could go to sleep in a PJ set and be lucky if I woke up with a shirt on. Speaking of, I looked down at my legs and sighed in relief when my jeans were still on. "You think we banged last night?"

I looked at Jax and he was laying on his side, one muscular arm keeping him propped up. His messy hair was the definition of cute and his eyes were so relaxed and calm. I forced myself not to look at his toned chest and pinned my eyes on his.

"Can you blame me? You've gotta reputation with this kinda thing."

"True." He smiled. "But you're not some sleazy Crow Eater and I'm not gonna treat you like one. I'm not gonna let anyone else treat you like that either. You're Chibs' daughter and I've got a lot of respect for your Dad, so I'm gonna make sure none of those dickhead hang-arounds try anything with you."

So that's why you were fighting that man last night. I thought.

"That's nice to hear." I came out of my thoughts to lightly scoff and Jax's eyes opened a little more, his eyebrow quirking. "I'm a Son's daughter and that means I'm totally un-bangable. How lovely."

As sarcastic as I knew I sounded, I was beyond grateful to be Dad's kid tight now.

I was the daughter of a patched member and that obviously came with certain perks and treatment that I'd probably have to get used to. One of them, probably the biggest, was that the Sons were going to protect me and be very nice to me. It was kinda like ass-kissing, but right now, I was grateful for it. I couldn't imagine how I'd be treated if I wasn't Dad's daughter. Jax probably would've slept with me and kicked me out the next morning, throwing me away like I was lower than garbage. I don't even think he'd offer to let me use his bathroom. The others would've probably done the same. From what Juice and Kip have told me, these men craved younger girls and the bidding started at legal 18. I would've been fresh meat thrown in a lion's den at dinnertime and they would've eaten me alive. Christ, what if Tig or Happy had gotten to me first?

"Whoa, don't jump to conclusions so quickly. I never said anything crazy like that."

I looked at Jax again and he smirked. He was getting closer to me and I was rooted in place, not being able to move away from him. He turned into that licentious man I first met yesterday and those damned eyes of his were keeping me pinned in place. It seemed like that's exactly what he wanted too, for me to be trapped with him.

Jax laughed when I quickly jumped out of his bed, almost tripping over my sneakers. I grabbed them and Jax was saying something, but I was already out of his room and going down a few doors to Dad's. I stepped over or around some Randoms and Doxies passed out in the hall, most of them naked and in a sexually scandalous position. Uncertain, I knocked on Dad's door and I didn't hear anyone inside, so I cracked it open. The room was untouched and it didn't look like anyone came in here. My laptop was still on the dresser, my shoes were still lined in place as were my bags and the bed was still made.

I set my sneakers down and went into the bathroom to freshen up. When I emerged with minty fresh breath, I went looking for my little shadow, but Melinoë wasn't in the bathroom or under the bed. I sat on the fold-out bed and wondered where the hell my cat could've gone. If she managed to get out of the room, she wouldn't have ventured far because there was a raging party last night and she wasn't too fond of the loud noise. There was a small window in the bathroom, but she couldn't jump up to it and it was shut anyway.

I fell back into the mattress and thought about where Melinoë could've ran off to, but I saw a lump protrude from the blankets next to my head. I pulled the covers back and found Melinoë hiding under there. She immediately pounced onto my legs and she purred as I scratched her sweet spot under her chin. Her purring stopped and she cocked her head when she heard the grumble from my stomach.

With Melinoë secured in my arms, I left Dad's room again and was surprised to see all the people that were just littering the hallway gone. I drooled over John's bike and made my way into the bar. There were bottles or cups everywhere, some clothes, mainly thongs or bras, and a bit of garbage scattering the floors or tabletops. There were a couple piles of half-naked people layered on one another on the sofas or pool tables and in a corner, I saw Bobby with his head in a Crow Eater's crotch. I had a feeling most of the Sons were passed out around here, but I really didn't want to see Dad or his privates, so I didn't look for anyone else.

Kip just appeared from behind a beam and was sweeping some of the rubbish into a pile. From the other side of the bar, a group of sweetbutts with messy hair and ruined makeup went up to him. He pointed to the door and they shuffled out. He was making his way over here and when he noticed me, he smiled and I did too. He didn't look like he had a hangover and there weren't any bags under his eyes to show that he stayed up late. I wondered what he did after I went to bed.

"You sleep okay?" He asked and I noticed the chirpy tone in his voice. Maybe he was...happy to see me? No, he was probably just being nice.

"Like a baby." I replied and he nodded. "Need any help with cleaning up?"

"I'll be alright. Compared to most parties, this one was pretty light. I'll be done in the next 10 minutes or so."

"Oh, okay. Um, random question. How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled with lots of cheese, some tomatoes and a little...relish on top."

"You like relish on your eggs?" I asked through a giggle and Kip nodded, almost shyly. I thought that was cute. I felt like he was going to ask why I wanted to know how he liked his eggs, so I left him to escape into the kitchen.

I found my snack bag and set Melinoë down to open another can of cat food for her. I cut a paper plate down to a smaller circle and served her a meaty breakfast. The next thing was making something for me and Kip. I wasn't in the mood for eggs, so I was going to pass on that. After gathering all the ingredients and stumbling upon bagels, I started cooking.

I was whisking the eggs in a bowl hovering over a hot pan when I felt Melinoë brush the backs of my legs. I managed to catch her tail going under a kitchen cart that had a coffee maker on top of it and I looked to the patio doors, thinking Kip was there. He wasn't, Jax was and he was still shirtless, but he had sweatpants on. They hung low on his hips and his hair was still untamed with bedhead.

"Aw, you didn't have to make me breakfast." I rolled my eyes at him and continued cooking, but stiffened when I felt his hand squeeze my side when he passed.

I looked over my shoulder and Jax was digging in the fridge for something. He pulled out an orange juice carton and unscrewed the cap, raising the carton to his lips. He looked at me and brought the carton down.

"What? Do I smell?" He raised his right arm and sniffed his pit, typical for a guy.

"Use a glass, you uncultured barbarian."

"Fine, mother." I shot him a playful glare, but scraped the eggs onto a plate and stuck a fork on the side. I heard my bagels popup from the toaster and I went to fetch them to smear butter and jelly on them. I couldn't find the cups in any of the other cabinets, so the overhead cupboard above the stove had to be where they were hiding. When I turned, I saw Jax about to get a forkful of Kip's eggs and I smacked his hand, making him drop the utensil. "Hey, I was using a fork. That's being civilized."

"That's not for you." I scolded and he scoffed, half-smirking. I asked him to get me a pair of cups and he did, using his superior height.

"You're really gonna let me starve?" He asked while I was pouring a cup of orange juice for myself. "Even after I let you sleep in my bed without getting anything in return?"

"I'm not your mother, your Old Lady or a Crow Eater. I don't have to take care of you or satisfy your needs."

"Ouch." He pouted and his hand went over his heart.

"Are you always so silly in the morning?" I asked, smiling.

"Only when-" He was cut-off by a ringing and he dug through his pockets, tugging his sweatpants lower on his hips to reveal more of his boxers, until he pulled out a prepaid. I think Juice called it a Burner. Jax looked at the small screen and flipped the phone open, but he didn't greet the caller. "I gotta take this, but I'll see you later?"

"Sure, but don't think that means I'm making you lunch." Jax smirked at me and I went back to making sure everything was plated.

"Oh, and for the record." He said and I felt him come behind me. I stifled a flinch when I felt him pressed against my back, his chin resting on my shoulder. His lips were right on my ear and I could feel the small, warm puffs of his breath. He smelled like toothpaste and there was an irremovable trace of cigarettes on his breath with it. "Chibs' daughter or not, you're totally bang-able."

Heat instantly spread across my cheeks and I heard Jax chuckle, which did nothing to lessen the redness coating my face. He squeezed my shoulder and finally answered his call, walking out of the kitchen as he talked. It felt like a sauna in here now and I sucked in a breath to cool myself down from the inside out.

He's got to stop doing that. It's like he doesn't care about my personal space. Why does he like being so close anyway?

"Guys are confusing." I muttered to myself, remembering that I said those same words to Kip when I was rambling about my tattoo.

With the Prospective member in mind, I grabbed his small breakfast and stepped out of the kitchen into a damn near spotless bar. I guess Kip wasn't kidding when he said he was used to cleaning up. I spotted him sitting at a table and his back was to me. As quietly as I could, I crept up behind him and set his steamy plate of eggs in front of him with his glass of OJ. He flipped his Burner shut and stuck it in a hidden pocket on the inside of his kutte.

Kip turned to me and smiled. It was that genuine smile I saw before and like it did the first time, it warmed my heart. I could get used to seeing it, I wanted to. I made another trip into the kitchen for his green condiment, my bagels, another cup of orange juice and napkins before finally sitting down.

Aw, Jackie Boy's gotta little crush on Marci
I decided to portray his flirty side and think it's going to play out nicely, especially in the future chapters

I know this is progressing a bit slowly, but hey, that's a burn for ya'.

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