Jaxie And Jax

Valentina's P.O.V

We simultaneously take a step apart from each other.

"That's weird"

But, we suddenly cannot get the stirring look off our eyes as we lustfully stalk each other to pulp without muttering a word and he strolls back steeping his legs and toes a couple of odd times till he hits his head on the wall.

Dum!!! It felt like the wall cracked.

“Ouch!!, he uttered in bitterness”

I could swear that his skull could feel a terrible headache. It is what you get when you when you’re lost.

I dumb-fully laugh with a grin on my face.

He laughs too although he didn't find that really funny because he was hurt.

I used to love the name "Jaxie."

It rolled off my tongue like a song, something familiar and safe. It was Jaxon in his purest form—before the broad shoulders and sharp jawline, before the quiet arrogance that settled in his smirks. Before he decided that "Jaxie" was a relic of childhood he no longer wanted.