Riley’s POVDragging a six-foot-something semi-conscious Jax Maddox to his damn bathroom was not how I thought my morning would go.He was dead weight. A stubborn, heavy slab of grumbling muscles, and I was sweating by the time I got him propped against the sink. His head lolled to the side, eyes half-lidded."Jax," I said again, a little sharper this time. “You smell like a liquor store dumpster.”But nothing coherent came out of his mouth.So I did what any sane person would do. I turned the shower knob to the cold direction. Ice. Cold.The second the spray hit him, Jax jolted upright like someone had dumped him in a bucket of hell. Water drenched his shirt instantly, plastering the fabric to his chest and revealing every sharp, sculpted line beneath. He looked like a Greek god in the rain.“What the—” He clutched his head with a groan, blinking through the downpour. “Why’d you do that?!”I crossed my arms and shrugged. “I thought you needed cleaning. And well, I couldn’t exactly ba
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