Jax didn't knock on Chad's door. He pushed the door to Chad's room open like he owned the place, which, technically, he did, and found Chad sprawled shirtless on the bed, arms folded behind his head, eyes half-shut in fake peace.
Jax raised a brow. "We need to talk," he said, not minding that Chad had said he wanted to sleep.
Chad cracked one eye open, grinning like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "About what?" Chad asked sweetly.
Jax eyed him. "Mari said you kissed her."
Chad blinked. Then both eyes opened, and his grin widened. "And you are here to punch me for kissing her?"
Jax angled his head. "Does that mean you kissed her?"
"Hm. Why are you asking me that? Do you not trust her?" Chad asked, raising a brow.
Jax sighed. "I don't. She's a very mischievous person and likes to create drama. So, I can't take her word for it. Did you?"
Chad chuckled as he sat up on his elbows. "I did. I kissed her."
