Lila's POV
To be honest, I never really had any close friends. I knew a few people in my classes, but we only talked about assignments or group projects. They couldn't really be called friends.
That's why having Jax sit across from me in the library felt surprisingly nice. His presence made the quiet space feel warmer and less lonely. Still, I tried not to get carried away.
There was no way a guy as handsome and cool as Jax would truly want a girl like me — the chubby cleaner who spent her nights scrubbing floors.
I kept working on my assignment, trying to focus on the words in my notebook. But every few minutes I became aware that Jax wasn't doing anything. He was just sitting there, quietly watching me. His dark eyes stayed on me the whole time, making me feel nervous and self-conscious. My pen moved slower across the page as I wondered what he was thinking.
Finally, I couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Jax, I don't think you need to be here," I said softly. "I'm sure you're busy. I'm fine. I'm used to being here alone."
He gave me a charming smile that made my heart melt a little. "That's why I have to change your habits. You have me now, and I'll keep you company here. So don't complain, and you'd better stop talking before we get kicked out."
His words were playful, but they made me feel warm inside. I looked back down at my book, trying to hide my blush. A moment later, Jax stood up, pulled out the chair right next to me, and sat down close. This made me even more nervous. I turned my head and saw him resting his chin on the table, staring at me with those intense eyes.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Seeing you up close is more than I expected," he answered, his deep voice low so we wouldn't disturb anyone else.
"Aish, why do you always say things like that to me? I—"
"Why? You don't like it?" Jax asked. Before I could reply, his hand landed gently on my thigh under the table. I flinched at the sudden warmth. His palm rested on the soft curve of my thick thigh, sending an instant rush of heat through my body.
I felt myself getting wet right away. The simple touch, combined with how close he was sitting, made my panties grow damp in seconds. My heart beat faster, and I had to press my legs together to try and control the feeling.
"I have a little deal for you," Jax said. He leaned in closer, bringing our faces only inches apart. I could feel the warmth of his breath and the heat coming from his body. My mind started spinning with wild fantasies again — his hands moving higher, his mouth on my skin, all three guys surrounding me.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll lend you the money for your mother," he said quietly. "But don't ever ask me to leave you."
My eyes widened. I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued before I could.
"No buts. It's a simple request. You get the money to pay for your mother's hospital bills, and I can be with you. Besides, I didn't give it to you for free. You have to return it to me when you have the money, okay?"
His hand was still on my thigh, and now it slowly started to caress me — gentle, slow strokes that made my skin tingle. The movement sent fresh waves of heat between my legs. My wild fantasies came rushing back even stronger. I imagined his fingers sliding higher under my skirt, touching me where I was already soaked. I imagined Theo and Miles joining us, all three of them praising my soft body while they touched me. The thoughts made me even wetter. I could feel the slickness growing, making my underwear cling uncomfortably.
"Think about it carefully," Jax whispered, his face so close I could see the small details in his eyes. "I'll hear your answer tonight at the dorm. See you later, my sexy girl."
He gave my thigh one last gentle squeeze, then stood up and walked away, leaving me sitting there alone at the table. I stayed frozen for a long moment, my heart pounding hard. My thighs were pressed tightly together, and I was drenched. The wetness between my legs was so obvious that I felt like I needed to change my underwear right then and there. Every small movement made me aware of how slick and sensitive I had become just from his touch and his words.
I looked down at my notebook, but the words blurred. My mind kept replaying what had just happened. Jax had offered to lend me money for Mom's hospital bills. It wasn't a gift — I would have to pay him back — but the condition was simple: don't ask him to leave me. The idea made me nervous and excited at the same time. Did he really mean he wanted to spend more time with me? With someone like me?
At the same time, his hand on my thigh and the way he called me "my sexy girl" kept echoing in my head. My body was still reacting strongly. I could feel the damp fabric against my skin, and a warm ache had settled deep inside me. I shifted in my chair, trying to ease the feeling, but it only made things worse. I was so turned on that even the light pressure of my own thighs made me bite my lip.
I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. This was dangerous. Jax, Theo, and Miles were all paying attention to me now. Each one of them made me feel special in different ways, and each one made my body respond so easily. Sitting here alone, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like if all three of them wanted me at the same time — touching my soft belly, my thick thighs, my heavy breasts, telling me I was beautiful.
The fantasy made another rush of wetness flood my panties. I pressed my legs together harder, feeling embarrassed even though no one was watching. I really did need to change my underwear before my next class or the night shift. My body was betraying me again, getting so wet from just a few minutes with Jax.
I tried to go back to my assignment, but my concentration was gone. Every time I moved, I felt the slickness between my legs. My cheeks stayed warm, and my heart kept beating faster than normal. Jax's offer kept circling in my mind. The money would help Mom so much. But what would it mean if I said yes? Would it change things between us? Between all four of us?