Entangled Hearts
"Damn it, Jax, my..."
"You're a damn worrier," he wrapped his arm around mine, and pulled me until I was damn close to him, and that was, damn close, so much so that my hair brushed against his chest because I was almost on top of him. "Trent is upstairs with your friend there." He strangely seemed older than twenty, as if the action of caressing my cheek made him seem more mature, but it wasn't that, it was seeing him responsible for taking care of me; "and the other two... nothing will happen to them."
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