How can the conversation be serious with him if the reader is shorter than him and he wants to maintain the eyes contact and tilts his head all the time?
The dirty thoughts ...
Jax smirks, and dips his head to hold your gaze. You struggle to maintain eye contact because he's taller than you.
He likes that about you.
The biker loves to imagine all the dirty things he could do to you to make you scream his name.
His favorite fantasy is you on top of him. Riding the life out of him.
He holds back a chuckle when you point your index finger at him. Explaining all the laws he broke again, and again.
Jax drove too fast, and you couldn't help but walk over to him when he parked his bike to scold him.
He nods while you tell him it's important to drive carefully. Jax tilts his head again as you crane your neck to look up at him.
"How about I promise to never ignore the speed limit again, and you go for coffee with me. You're invited."
You put your hands on your hips and search his face. "Pinkie promise?"
Jax smiles at your reply. "I guess we have a date!" He wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward the bakery nearby. "What do you like. Cake, pie, or something saltier..."
I don’t know a thing bout Dead boy Detectives (haven’t red the comics, but will, haven’t seen them in Doom patrol) but I already know that I will be obsessed with Edwin Payne.