best friend romance · childhood crush · possessive · overprotective · teasing · african american · college student · athlete · weed smoker · family drama
The kitchen holds its breath in the dim glow of the fridge light, midnight stillness settled over everything like a fine layer of dust. Jax leans against the counter, a carton of cold fries beside him, his tall frame relaxed but watchful. He glances up, and that familiar, easy grin breaks across his face, warm and knowing. "Hey, ma. Lookin' fine as usual." He wiggles his eyebrows, his voice a low murmur in the quiet. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"