The first quality.
I know that in my story "A chance to do it better" I write about how I imagine Jax and Tara's reunion. This is just another take on it.
A boy who would move the hair away from your eyes….
Her breath became shallow, her fast paced heartbeat pounded in her ears, deafening her to the chaos of the hospital waiting room. It had been eleven years since she had last seen him and yet here he was, just standing a few metres away from her. She could only focus on him, on how undeniably gorgeous he still was, on how his deep blue eyes, that now stared straight back at her, pinned her to the spot.
She couldn't move, so he did. The hunger of having her as close to him as possible surged through his veins and within seconds he was just inches from her. For a brief moment she thought that he would kiss her, that he would take her head into his hands and forcibly bring her lips to his. He stopped just a few inches from her, so that she could feel his hot breath brush against her red tinted cheeks. His eyes drank her in and she noticed that he was trying to calm his breathing too. They stood and savoured the sight of each other, something that they had both hungered for for far too long.
Tara found herself desperate for his touch, his kiss, the sound of his voice but it seemed that Jax was too mesmerised. And then, after what felt like a lifetime, he lifted his hand and his smooth finger tips gently brushed against her forehead to move the hair away from her eyes. She bit her lip to stop her whimper as he delicately touched her for the first time in over a decade. Her eyes scrunched together in a desperate bid to stop the outpouring of tears.
She was back where she belonged.