I Want Her Bare, Always
Jax
The bar wasn’t too crowded when we walked in, which was exactly what I needed. Not noise. Not chaos. Just something calm enough to let my thoughts breathe without swallowing me whole.
Hazel walked ahead of me, her heels clicking lightly against the floor, her energy already filling the space like she owned it. I followed behind, slower, taking in the dim lighting, the soft music, the familiar scent of citrus and something sweet drifting from the counter.
“This place is cute,” she said, turning slightly to look at me as she slid into a stool. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”