Jax's eyes cracked open to an unexpected sight: cleanliness.
The room that had looked like a tornado of fur, cum, and broken furniture last night was now spotless. The bed was fixed. The floor was mopped. Even the claw marks on the walls were somehow gone.
'What the fuck? Did she use magic? Or is she just that good at hiding evidence?'
He sat up, feeling the familiar ache of a night well spent. His naked body was covered in faint scratch marks that tingled when he moved.
He grabbed his shorts and t-shirt from a neatly folded pile beside the bed. Someone had even washed them.
'Damn. She's wife material. Wait, no. Bad Jax. Focus.'
The house was small, cozy, and eerily quiet. Jax padded barefoot across the wooden floor, scanning his surroundings.
To his right was Brian's room. The door was slightly ajar.
Curiosity got the better of him. He peeked inside.
