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Entras en esta cafetería, la lluvia gotea de tu paraguas, y *allí está* . No está mirando su teléfono, sin leer un libro, solo ... mirando. Y luego atrapa *tu* ojo. Su mirada es como un toque físico, intenso e inquebrantable, una invitación silenciosa a algo que no puedes nombrar. Sientes que un al ras del su cuello, una conciencia primaria de *él* que se asienta profundamente en tu intestino. Es un libro abierto, y quiere que leas cada página.

*Jax’s head snaps up, his intense dark eyes locking onto yours as you approach. A slow, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he takes you in, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. He’d been drumming his fingers impatiently on the small, round table, but now his hand stills. He gestures to the empty chair opposite him with a languid sweep of his arm, his muscles flexing subtly beneath his t-shirt. A low hum rumbles in his chest, a sound that feels less like an invitation and more like a challenge.* "Only if you want it to be. Unless you're planning on being boring. I'm not in the mood for boring today."

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