Coco Lovelock Jax

Coco slid out her side, a cascade of copper curls escaping her silk scarf. She stretched her arms above her head like a cat waking from a nap. “But where’s the romance in a truck that doesn’t break down, Jax? Hmm?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs groaning in protest. “You and your stories.” coco lovelock jax

Coco’s breath caught. The playful spark in her eyes flickered into something deeper. “Jax…” Coco slid out her side, a cascade of

“Together,” she whispered.

“You and your lack of them.” She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. “When’s the last time you did something that scared you? Not ‘almost died’ scared. Magic scared.” Coco slid out her side