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“I’ll walk you out,” Jace offers. “Back in a sec, Jaz. This round is ice cream. Let’s hope it didn’t melt much in the mini-fridge.”
She waves us off, already back into the movie marathon, scrolling for her next fix.
We head downstairs, his hand trailing down the back of my arm and twining our fingers together. Staying away from him is proving harder than we imagined. Every second he’s near, I want to wrap myself around him, and absorb everything he’s presenting.
“Thank you for the cookies. That was nice of you,” Jace says as we stop next to the front door.
“You’re welcome.”
He quickly glances around before leaning in to press his lips to mine, softly and slowly, savoring every movement before stepping back too soon. “Sorry, I can’t help myself. It’s like I haven’t seen you in days.”
His comment heating every pore on my body. “I know what you mean.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” We’re standing in the doorway, staring at each other like complete idiots. “I should get going.” But my feet are fused to the steps.
“Mare?” The unease of his voice triggers the internal warning system.
“Yeah?”
“There was an incident when Jaz got home… with Margret. So, depending on how this week goes, we may need to delay our news.”
Not going to lie, the request clenches my heart. I want to shout from the rooftops that I love him. Except, we both have to hide from our closest friends and family.
But I want him to know I’m in this, one-hundred percent. “Jace, it’s fine. Really.” I palm his cheek. “Take whatever time you need. I’m happy as long as we’re together.”
His eyes turn soft as he stares into my soul. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me again.
We linger much longer than we should. Jaz could come downstairs, his mom could walk out, or Alex could drive up and see us easily standing on the porch, and as much as I want to shout our declaration, this isn’t how I want everyone to find out.
“I should go. Goodnight,” I say, walking back home.
When I reach my room, there’s a text waiting.
I miss you already.
I smile, love-drunk-stupid at my phone, as I type a reply.
Ditto.
