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This bantering is making me relax as if we’re stepping into familiar territory.
He tugs at my hair, lightly. “That’s what pillows are for. And these are washboard abs.”
I snicker. “I don’t see any— ohhh!”
He hauls me up till I am half sprawled over him, our faces so close that our noses are nearly bumping together. He raises a brow at me.
I grin cheekily, patting his stomach. “Oh, these washboard abs. I can totally feel them!”
“Brat,” he mutters. “Come on.” He presses a kiss on the tip of my nose before laying me down by his side and placing a pillow under my head. “Sleep for a while. I’m spent.”
“Spent how?” I probe him.
“Shut up, Halley.”
I grin to myself. I should have known.
With Jace, it’s hard for things to become awkward.
This delicious hurt that’s spreading over my body makes me want to cuddle into him and close my eyes.
So, I do.
And when I open my eyes, the electricity is back and the room is filled with the scent of steamed fish.
Jace’s side of the bed is empty, and yawning, I sit up, before letting out a yelp.
My lower body is so sore!
“What’s wrong?”
I look up to see Jace rushing out from the bathroom, his face taut with worry.
“You screamed.”
Wincing, I pull myself to the edge of the bed, wrapping the bedsheet around me. “I hate you. Everything hurts.”
His face relaxes at my words and he chuckles. “Just stay there. I’ll bring you the food.”
However, I’m not one to listen to instructions. As soon as he turns around, I clamber out of bed and start pulling on my discarded clothes. Clenching my teeth, I walk to the curtains. Parting them reveals that it’s still raining, although the intensity has lowered.
The pang in my stomach makes me look over at the boxes on the table.
“Did you get food delivered?” I ask and glance over at Jace.
He’s rubbing his head with a towel. “It was raining too hard for deliveries, so I went to that place you were looking at on your phone on the ride over.”
My heart tightens at his words. He went out in this horrible weather for me?
Jace doesn’t seem to notice my dilemma and says, calmly, “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a little bit of their best dishes.”
The towel is hanging from his neck and it’s then when I register—he’s shirtless. My face instantly flushes red but I can’t keep myself from staring. There’s not an ounce of fat on his body, and I gawk, wondering where he finds the time to stay so fit.
“What?” Jace catches me looking and frowns. “What is it?”
I shake my head, pursing my lips.
My initial impression of him had always been that of a grumpy, antisocial man, who barked orders and liked to practice his scowl in the mirror. And then, he started becoming a friend of sorts. I never thought he could treat someone so gently, as he handled me.
