"Emma," I hear a muffled voice besides me. I groan, wrapping myself around the blanket and bury my head deeper into the pillow.

"Wake up, your brother's waiting outside for you." I hear once again. "Don't make me roll you off the bed."

"Shh, I'm sleeping." I turn my back away from Jax.

I hear him sigh. "I didn't want to have to do this."

One minute I was sleeping peacefully on the bed and the next I'm on the floor landing with a loud bang. Groaning, I bring my hand to my head in pain as I was starting to feel the effects from last night.

"Are you fucking stupid?" I say, wincing in pain. Slowly, I hold onto the bed and lie back down. I tried looking away from his naked chest, making sure I wouldn't choke on my own drool.

"You wouldn't wake up, what else could I do?" He shrugs.

"How about not throw me off the bed?" I spat through my teeth.

"Hunter's waiting for you outside. Get out before Rebecca gets here." He says, gathering my stuff up.

"Rebecca? Your ex?" I give him a questioning look as I sat up. "You guys are back together?"

"Nah, but she's coming over." He simply says.

"How does that make any sense." I raise an eyebrow.

He gives me a smirk followed by a chuckle and shakes his head. The thought of Jax being with another girl only made my stomach turn to knots and my vomit come up. Rebecca and Jax dated for five months before he cheated on her with her best friend. She never talked to him again until now. I didn't blame her though. Who could ever resist Jax?

"She forgave you for what you did?" I ask. I watched his every movement as he paced around his room trying to organize it while getting my stuff on the bed besides me.

"Well not exactly." He sighs. "She called me and said she wanted to talk, but I think it's code for she wants to have sex."

I scoff. "Just because she wants to talk doesn't mean it's code for anything. Maybe she wants to tell you what an air head you are."

"She can tell me that while she's on her knees." He said.

Rolling my eyes, I ignored the way my heart clutched from the inside. I felt like he had punched me all over. " I hope she spits on you."

"Ouch, your words kill me, Ems." He touches his heart.

Oh, you have no idea. "You're lucky enough I don't do it myself."

"You wouldn't." He stopped what he was doing and smirked as he looked at me. I raised my eyebrows and stood up from the bed ignoring the nausea feeling I was getting. I walked over to him, gathering spit in my mouth.

"You really want to test that out?" I threaten him.

"Try me, but I know you wouldn't do it."

"And how could you possibly know that?" I question.

He chuckled. "Because I know."

"You see, you don't." I step closer to him, almost feeling his breath on my face. At this point I had forgotten what we were even arguing about. I couldn't concentrate while being this close to him.

"I do, Emma, I know." He says, almost coming out in a whisper.

"Know what?" I ask, getting lost in his eyes. I almost felt like I was out of breath staring at him.

"You're in love with me."