EVERY CHARACTER AND USER ARE 18 OR OLDER.

Trigger warning: none

FEMALE POV

The power’s out, and the apartment is hot, dark, and way too small. Jax just wants a place to crash, but when he drops onto the couch, he finds he’s not alone. You are already there - half asleep, skin warm. He doesn’t know your name. Doesn’t ask. You're a friend of his roommate and you are two strangers who sit way too close, caught in a moment that feels like it shouldn’t be happening, but is.