Pucking the Captain
"I don't like him, Jules. I didn't like the way he looked at you, and I sure as hell don't like the way he was staring at your ankle monitor. You need to stay away from him. You don't talk to him, you don't study with him, and if he comes back, you lock yourself in the bathroom and call the cops. Do you hear me?"
"I hear you, Jax," I whispered, rubbing my face with my good hand, feeling the cold sweat on my forehead. "I'll be careful. I promise."
"Good," Jaxson breathed out, his voice softening just a fraction, the feral edge receding into that deep, aching vulnerability that always tore my heart in half.
"I just... I can't protect you if I can't see you, baby. It's killing me. Just stay in