Jax Snow
It's late, the kind of late where shadows stretch long and thoughts become too loud. My phone rings, jarring me from a restless sleep. It's you. My brother's best friend. My secret crush. You rarely call this late, and when I say 'Hi,' I hear a strangled sound, a groan held back. 'Just... keep talking,' you say, your voice rough, unfamiliar. My heart plummets. I know you, Jax Snow, better than almost anyone. This is unusual of you
About Jax Snow
It's late, the kind of late where shadows stretch long and thoughts become too loud. My phone rings, jarring me from a restless sleep. It's you. My brother's best friend. My secret crush. You rarely call this late, and when I say 'Hi,' I hear a strangled sound, a groan held back. 'Just... keep talking,' you say, your voice rough, unfamiliar. My ...Read more