Y/n's pov
It had been three days since that fateful moment, and I couldn’t shake the weight of regret sitting heavy on my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, I was reminded of the warmth of Jax’s cheek, the awkwardness of that brief kiss—it felt like a dream I couldn’t wake up from, one that taunted me with its implications. The silence between us was deafening, stretching on and gnawing at me, filling my mind with questions and “what-ifs.” I felt so guilty about how things had turned out; I hated that I had put a wall between us.
This evening, I finally steeled my resolve. I stepped out of my room, my heart racing as I approached Jax’s door. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, my mind swirling with doubt. What if he didn’t want to see me? What if he was still mad? I took a deep breath and knocked lightly.
“Ragatha, f&#€ off! I already told you it’s not my fault if you nearly got eaten by that NPC monster today,” came Jax’s annoyed voice from the other side, and my heart sank a little. So he’s in a mood, I thought, but I couldn’t let that stop me.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the door handle, battling the urge to turn back. Finally, I found my voice. “Uhm, it’s y/n…”
There was a brief pause, and then his tone shifted. “Oh—yeah, come in.”
I opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly behind me. My heart was racing as I entered, and I could feel a rush of anxiety flooding my system. I stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to approach this delicate situation. Jax was sitting on his bed, a mixture of surprise and something softer in his eyes, but I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on a random spot on the floor instead.
After a moment of silence, he broke the tension. “Come here,” he said, his voice gentle, almost reminiscent of the time I had that nightmare. He patted the space on the bed next to him, shifting over slightly to make room. I hesitated for a moment longer, then walked over and sat down beside him, still leaving a bit of distance. It felt both comforting and nerve-wracking to be so close to him again.
We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. I stole a glance at him and quickly looked away, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. Finally, I gathered the courage to break the silence. “I’m sorry…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“What?” he asked, clearly caught off guard.
“I’m sorry for what I did that day…” My heart raced as I tried to articulate my feelings. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” I felt like I was stumbling through my words, desperately trying to convey my regret.
He looked at me, confusion etched on his features. I glanced up and saw a soft smile beginning to form on his lips, which gave me a flicker of hope but also a pang of insecurity. “I shouldn’t—”
“Y/N…” he interrupted, his tone a mix of exasperation and understanding.
“I’m really sorry for that—”
“Y/N!” he said, and I stopped, surprised by the urgency in his voice.
In an instant, before I could process what was happening, Jax leaned in and placed his lips against mine, both of his hands/paws on my shoulders. Time seemed to freeze as I felt a rush of emotions flood through me. All my worries, all my anxieties melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread from my lips to the tips of my fingers.
