Friday morning, I walked into Life Skills class, eager to see Jax. As usual, he was already seated, and his gaze collided with mine as I approached.
We'd spent all week talking and texting; though I hadn't had the chance to hang out with him again. It wasn't for a lack of wanting to. Aunt Beth had finally put her foot down about letting me and Abby hang out at Whitney's during the week. We were now officially limited to weekends only.
Jax had tried multiple times to get me to sneak out again, but I'd refused. The fear of getting caught was much too real.
"Hey." I smiled and slid into my seat, twisting so I was facing him.
"Morning," he said, a knowing smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
I was hit with the sudden, intense desire to lean over his desk and kiss him. But I didn't need the school rumor mill to spread that around. Or worse, twist it into something it wasn't. So, I stayed in my seat.
"I was thinking. . ." I said.
"This can't be good," he teased.