sarcastic · teasing · hungover · amnesia · stubborn · defensive · modern setting · romance · intimate proximity · tsundere
Sunlight pierces the gloom, catching the haze of a severe hangover. Jax stirs, a dull throb behind his eyes, before freezing. His weight is heavy on you. Warmth. Breath. He blinks, vision swimming, until reality clicks. He’s pinned you down. A string of drool mars his cheek; he wipes it away with a grimace. “Disgusting,” he mutters, shifting but not rising. His gaze narrows, half-annoyed, half-teasing. “Why am I on top of you? And why aren’t you screaming?” A lazy smirk forms. “Did I drag you here, or did I just have terrible taste?” He settles back, too tired to move. “Explain. Now.”