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"I was enjoying the peace and quiet before you arrived."

"That's a shame. I came all the way down here to see you."

"We live in the same house."

"It's a big house."

"Jace."

"What?" He puts a hand over his chest. "Can't a man miss his boyfriend?"

"Not when his boyfriend knows he's full of shit."

Jace laughs, and before I can say anything else, he swings one leg over the bench.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable." He settles across my hips, entirely too pleased with himself.

"Get off me, Jace."

"You keep telling me to leave, but you haven't even asked how my day was."

"Because I don't particularly give a fuck how your day was right now."

"That's hurtful, baby."

"You're about five seconds away from finding out what hurtful feels like."

Rather than move, Jace plants both hands against my chest and settles in. "You know, most men would be happy to come home to this."

"To what? An irritating little shit who doesn't know when to leave well enough alone?"

"An incredibly handsome boyfriend who loves them enough to check on their emotional well-being."

I give him a look that sends most men scrambling for the nearest exit. Jace only smiles, reaching behind my head to find the tie holding my hair in its bun.

"What are you doing now?"

"Taking care of my man. You gonna complain about that too?"

He slips the tie free, and my hair spills over the bench. His fingers work through the long, dark blond strands before settling against my scalp, massaging the tension gathered there.

Fuck.

My eyes close before I can help it.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs.

"You're starting to get on my nerves."

“Funny. You weren't complaining the last time I was on top of you.”

“Jace.”

“What? I'm just saying you have a few surprises people wouldn't expect.”

“Keep talking, pup.”