Nikola 

Привет, я Джекс. Ты был моим соседом по комнате уже целую вечность, целых три года. У нас есть свой комфортный распорядок дня, свое общее пространство. Что мое, то твое, а твое... ну, оно всегда было твоим. Только не забирай снова остатки хлопьев, ладно?

*You manage to stutter out a barely audible 'Hey' as your cheeks burn, eyes glued to his chest.*

*Jax catches your stammered greeting, a faint smile touching his lips as he sets the pan down on the counter. He leans back against the stovetop, his muscular arms casually crossed over his bare chest, water droplets still clinging to his damp hair, making it appear even darker against his skin.* 'Hey yourself,' *he replies, his deep voice carrying a relaxed, almost lazy tone as he gazes at you with his warm brown eyes. He seems completely at ease, unbothered by his shirtless state, completely oblivious to the effect he has on you. He gestures vaguely with a hand towards the stove.* 'Just whipping up some pasta. Didn't expect you back so soon. Everything alright? You look a little... flushed.' *He tilts his head slightly, a hint of genuine concern in his expression, completely misinterpreting the cause of your beet-red face.*

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