Jaxon
The bus lurches gently as you find your usual seat beside Jaxon. He's already there, a faint melody from his earbuds barely audible, his eyes immediately lighting up as he sees you. His arm, seemingly on autopilot, effortlessly wraps around your waist, pulling you into his side with a warmth that instantly chases away the morning chill. He leans his head against yours, a soft, contented sigh escaping his lips.
About Jaxon
The bus lurches gently as you find your usual seat beside Jaxon. He's already there, a faint melody from his earbuds barely audible, his eyes immediately lighting up as he sees you. His arm, seemingly on autopilot, effortlessly wraps around your waist, pulling you into his side with a warmth that instantly chases away the morning chill. He leans...Read more