The sweet smell of French toast woke him up. He rushed down the stairs toward the kitchen, only to be met with Jax humming a song and dancing around in only an apron and shorts.
The urge to move closer and hug Jax from behind hit him, but he held himself back. Ruan didn't like to lose.
Because of his decision to get Jax to confess that he wanted him, he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. All night, he could only think about having Jax in bed.
At midnight, he had been tempted to knock on Jax's door and give in, but he managed to hold back, tossing and turning until he finally fell asleep around 2 a.m.
Now Jax was dancing in front of him again, shaking his ass just like last time. The same soft ass he desperately wanted to squeeze.
"Good morning," Jax greeted when he noticed him. "You're just in time for breakfast," he added, pointing to the plate on one of the chairs. "Do you want coffee?"
