He'd come to love those golden moments, probably because they were so fleeting. They were like treasures he had to fix into his memory while he tried to polish other moments until everything gleamed.

"Well I never said I was Prince Charming. I'm just Jax and I'm all yours." Tara didn't need an ideal, he was slowly learning, nor could he ever be one. He needed to be Jax, the best version of himself possible.

"But I'll try to keep sweeping you away."