...I grew up learning certain, unalterable things about being a man. A man was the provider, failing to take care of his home, his old lady, his kids, and his bike made him insufficient. A woman was the caregiver, strong in her own ways, but that was strength channeled into the keeping of her home and her family.

There's an amazing woman in my life, but loving her asks for a paradigm shift. A change in everything I know about who I should...

He looked up at her, offering her an exaggerated leer as he saw her in nothing but the towel. "I always think you look good, babe," he said, standing up to kiss her. "But you didn't get that haircut because you chose it. You look your best when you're happy. And if long hair makes you happy, then that makes you fucking gorgeous."

Jax trailed fingers down her arms until he had a hold of each of her hand, thumb brushing against her scar.