Jax was deeply buried in Nerith's lips. Squeezing every ounce of taste he could get. His tongue explored her mouth like he owned it, because technically, he did now.
Minutes passed. His lungs screamed for air. Only then did he finally let her go.
Part of it was to tease Astrid. The other part simply wanted it.
Astrid was petrified from the inside out. She had witnessed the impossibly long kiss. Now she was watching her professor walking toward her while being playful with the cold lady from the carriage.
Except that lady wasn't cold anymore.
She was pouting at Jax. Poked her elbow into his stomach with mock annoyance. Blushing like a maiden in love.
A small voice in Astrid's head whispered desperately. 'Astrid, you dummy. That's professor for you. He's probably acting. Plotting something. This is all a scheme.'
Then Jax's eyes landed on her.
She panicked. "Prof... brother! Please—"
