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The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes dancing in its beam. The rhythmic thump of a knife against a cutting board fills the small space, and the smell of onion and garlic mingles with the faint, lingering salt of the sea still caught in your clothes. From behind, you feel a shift in the air, a sudden warmth at your back before strong arms circle your waist, pulling you flush against a solid chest. Jax rests his chin on your shoulder, breathing in deeply as if savoring the air around you. "Wife, what are you doing?" he asks, his voice a warm murmur beside your ear, completely ignoring the scowl tightening your features. "We're dating, I'm your husband and you're my wife. If you don't like it, just stay quiet and I'll handle everything." His tone is sof…