Page 46 of Wanna Bet?

Another message appeared.

Myah:

Obviously yes.

Something warm settled in his chest and for the rest of the afternoon, he found himself checking the clock more than usual. He was looking forward to seven o'clock, looking forward to seeing her. Again.

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When he arrived at Ellis and Issaky's apartment that evening, the familiar scent of pizza and garlic bread hit him immediately.

The apartment looked exactly the same as always. Board games stacked beside the television, a blanket draped over the couch, Issaky in the kitchen, and Ellis already arguing about rules nobody had discussed yet.

Comfortable. Safe. Home, in a way that Jace’s real home had never felt. Sure Issaky was ridiculously rich and although he and Ellis didn't brag like a lot of upper class folks in Seattle they still had an amazing apartment with an even better view.

The doorbell rang just as Jace stepped towards the balcony.

Ellis’s head snapped up and looked at Jace before he gave him a shit eating grin.

"Oh, this is going to be fun." Ellis skipped to the door and Jace rolled his eyes.

But when the door opened and Myah stepped inside shaking rain from her hair, his chest tightened. She smiled when she spotted him, and somehow the apartment felt warmer than it had a second before.

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The game night wound down sometime after midnight.

Pizza boxes littered the coffee table. Ellis and Issaky were still arguing about whether a particular charades clue should have counted, despite the game being over nearly twenty minutes ago.

Myah had spent the last five minutes stretched across the couch, crowing about her and Jace's victory.

"We make a great team." Myah smiled, leaning back and resting her head on Jace’s shoulder.

She was much more open about PDA then Jace had thought she would be, but he didn't mind.

"Yeah, a great team that cheats." Ellis accused, pointing a slender finger at Jace.

“Alright, El. I think that’s enough wine." Issaky chuckled, taking Elli’s glass before picking him up.

Jace couldn’t keep in a snort at the sight. Ellis dangled, drunk, in Issaky’s arms. He wondered how often this happened for it to look so natural.

“Can you lock the door behind you?” Issaky asked Jace, nodding towards the spare key on Jace’s keychain.

Jace bobbed his head with a smile as Myah stood, straightening out her skirt. She looked beautiful–as usual. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a maroon colored sweater. Jace didn't think he had seen her jeans yet. He loved a girly girl, they always smelt so nice.

Myah stepped forward and tipped into his side slightly. She was tipsy and struggling to get on her boots.

“You always wear such big boots?” Jace teased, bending down and lacing it up.

Myah bit her lip, “I do when I have big strong men to tie them up for me.”

Jace blushed, turning his face away to hide it. He stood and led Myah out into the cool Seattle night. Rain misted softly through the glow of the streetlights but the air was warmer than the day prior. Neither of them spoke much during the drive. Not because anything was wrong, quite the opposite. The comfortable silence settled easily between them.

Myah kicked her feet up on the dashboard and played with the sleeve of her sweater and Jace found himself smiling every time he glanced over.

"What?" she asked finally.

"Nothing."