Even though I keep telling myself that it’s pointless to continue thinking about him, I can’t help smiling whenever I picture his face. As much as I wish I could just ignore this foreign attraction, that might be hard since we live in the same building. I know I need to think of how to go about the whole Kohen thing, but by the time I come up with a game plan, my medicine has kicked in. My last thought before sleep pulls me under is Jax’s strong arms around me.

The aroma of bacon wakes me. Someone’s fingers brush my hair out of my face. I open my eyes. After rubbing the sleep out of them, I’m able to focus on the second best sight in the entire world.

Food.

Jax crouches beside me with a platter of food and orange juice on the table. My mouth instantly fills with saliva as I take in all of my favorite breakfast foods in front of me. My stomach growls so loudly I’m sure people in Brooklyn can hear it as clearly as if they were in my living room.

He chuckles as he passes me a glass of orange juice. I give him a small smile when I notice the straw. For some unknown reason I’ve always hated drinking orange juice without a straw. As much as I want to comment on the fact that Jax is the only person that seems to remember my quirks, I don’t. I know it will only cause an awkward silence. Some things are better left unsaid when it comes to us.

He hands me my platter full of food; eggs, hash-browns, bacon, a bowl of freshly cut fruit, and a stack of pancakes, along with my new iPhone.

“Thanks!” I notice that he somehow managed to back up my phone so all my music is already on it.

Nodding, he says sternly, “Eat all of the food.”

Before I realize what I’m doing, words spill out of my mouth. “Do you think I should call him?”

His grip on his fork tightens. “Who?”

Well if he wants to play dumb . . . “The hot doctor who rescued me.”

He chokes on his food. Miraculously, my next bite of hash-browns taste better than it did a second ago. Must be because Jax isn’t as in control of his feelings as he would like to be.

“Maybe we can double?” he asks.

And just like that I lose my appetite. Don’t do it, I repeat in my head as I eye my bowl of fruit. I snatch a few pieces and throw them at his handsome face.

I shrug. “Whoops.”

He stops eating and glares at the fruit scattered on him. When he finally looks back at me, I laugh. He’s biting his cheeks to keep from smiling, his emerald eyes sparkle with excitement. Even with fruit in his lap, covering his expensive suit pants, he’s still ridiculously hot.

In a movement so fast that I don’t even see it coming, Jax has my platter of food on the floor, and in the next second he dumps a glass of water all over my head. That’s the exact second I know I will kill Jaxon Chandler.

I wipe my wet hair out of my face angrily. “Ahhhhh I’m going to kill you! I can’t believe you just did that!”

The ice cold water drips down my hair and down my back. I’m now freezing and my shirt is practically see-through. Spotting a few ice-cubes on me, I fling one at him but he ducks out of the way. I hate his fast reflexes.

“Relax, Ads it’s just a little water, it won’t kill you.”

Jax has the balls to chuckle then sit back down on the couch and eat like he didn’t just dump water on me. WATER! The nerve this man has sometimes! Gah, I want to scratch his eyes out in his sleep.

“A little water, Jax? Are you kidding me? You dumped your ENTIRE glass of water on me!” I scream at the soon to be dead man.

Jax waves his hand at my little outburst. “Calm down, Ads.”

I flick my orange juice at him. Wrong move, it splatters all over my suede couch. I groan, thinking how long it’s going to take to clean. My gaze wanders to Jax’s perfect, orange-juice-free face. Not good. I know that evil twinkle in his eyes, it’s an expression that I have gotten very familiar with over the years.

“I swear, Jax, you better not! I’m hurt and I swear if you even think about it, my revenge will b—” I’m not able to finish my rant before he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.

Hitting his back I start yelling at him, but does The God even listen to me? Nope. Instead he smacks my backside so hard I’m sure I now have a clear imprint of his hand. My heart-rate picks up the second I realize we’re in my bedroom. That intense pull I always feel towards him comes back in a huge wave, as if it’s going to devour me. My heart beats so loudly I’m positive that he can hear it.

As Jax walks past my bed, I quickly realize what he has planned. I smack his toned butt as hard as I can manage in this position. Jax lets a growl escape his throat that I’m sure is supposed to be a warning, but all it manages to do is excite me. When he opens my bathroom door, I squeal and try with no avail to get down from his iron-like hold on me. Finally reaching his destination, he turns on the shower. I scream and hit his back harder with each smack, but it doesn’t even faze him, he just smacks my now very red butt again.

HARD!

Holy-hotness I might have a bruise, but I don’t think that I have ever been so instantly wet before in my life. Oblivious to how turned on I am, Jax just laughs as he steps into the cold shower with me on his shoulder.

He quickly repositions me so that now I am cradled in one of his arms, while his other hand grabs the shower head and drenches me in cold water. This is the moment that I despise playful Jax! The water is freezing!

I start fighting his hold more once the shock wears off. I manage to capture the shower head so that I can soak him, too. After a few seconds Jax laughs in a way that lets me know that my turn is over and he quickly yanks the shower head out of my hands and begins a new war of making me as soaked as he possibly can.

Vindictive jerk!

Just because I laughed at him, he carried me into my shower and decided to soak me with cold water. He couldn’t even turn it to hot. The fact that I’m injured angers me more because I can’t retaliate. We’re both dripping and our soggy clothes cling to our bodies, outlining everything.

My attire leaves nothing to the imagination. And Jax . . . he looks like the Greek-God that is feeling gracious enough to show his presence to us mere mortals. All of a sudden, he takes in my near-naked appearance as if he just realized the same thing I did. His eyes change from playful to hunger. It’s all consuming, he’s all consuming. That pull surrounds us, so thick I can almost taste it.

Suddenly I am no longer freezing. I’m shaking, but it’s not from the cold. When he sees me shiver, he places the shower head back and turns the water hot. I slowly slide down his body when he unwraps his arms around me. His hands go to my hips to steady me while I stand on one leg. He is so close to me that my breasts press into his hard chest.

Hot water pours over the both of us, as steam fills the air. I hold my breath . . . neither of us makes a move. He watches me, waiting, his eyes locked onto mine. Devour me, Jax. With such slowness that he’s barely moving, Jax lifts one hand from my hip to my face, and traces my jawline back and forth with his fingertip.

“Ads.” Jax uses his nickname for me as if it’s the most pleasant name he’s ever uttered, but I can still hear the pain laced in his voice.

I notice the abrupt change in the air around us and in him. He’s no longer looking at me with such hunger that I can taste his need. He’s now the tortured man that always stops us from being together again. I know that this is over.

“Use me to support your weight so you can get out of your clothes and finish your shower while I bring your crutches in. I’ll help you out when you’re done.”

With the moment long gone, he turns his head away from me. As fast as I can manage, I strip out of my clothes and once Jax is sure that I don’t need any further assistance, he steps out of the shower and grabs a towel. I don’t attempt to stop him as he leaves.