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“Roey, huh?” I can’t help but grin. “Hey, Jace?”
He lifts his eyes to me.
“Roey is into jewelry shops?”
His lips hitch in a smile, his eyes on Pushkin again, who splays on the floor while Jace rubs his tummy. Pushkin is a lucky bastard, stealing Jace’s attention from me.
“Okay,” I say, twisting the box in my hands, “I gotta paint for some time, but… Dinner tonight?”
“That’d be nice,” Jace says, still not looking at me but playing with Pushkin too enthusiastically.
“Then a movie?” Finally, I’ll have him to myself.
“Yeah. Wanna watch a movie?” he asks Pushkin, making him growl.
“Hey, Jace?” I grin when he raises his eyes at me. “I wasn’t asking Pushkin.”
I walk to my room, leaving the door open, grinning the whole time, and knowing—sensing—that Jace is watching me.
I’m not nosy, just curious. The jewelry box has a logo, so I quickly Google it.
Celebrities’ favorite jewelry designer.
I go on the website and find similar earrings.
$3,500, gold with pink garnets.
So, Jace has money. Sure not from the automotive equipment sales.
Among all things that make me happy, Jace has become number one, beating my friends, my art, and my writing. Well, maybe not the latter, but considering my new novel started as a character study, it’s Jace again.
He’d thought I was a creep if he knew what I do in secret. That I went out past dawn several times to watch him jog with Pushkin and took pictures that I painted afterward. That he left the door to his room open one afternoon, and I watched him taking a nap. That I study him when he makes food in the kitchen, the way he uses his hands, how he moves, wipes his mouth with his thumb, ruffles his hair, and leans on his fists on the counter. Dozens of little things that make Jace.
And then came the kiss during the party. That kiss, one single kiss, haunts me with such intensity that it’s ripping me apart, making me write, write, write.
I’m slipping.
I should blame my editor for overlooking the latest typo. But I only saw it when I read a comment after the last chapter, “Who the hell is Jace???”
I freaked out at first, thinking someone I knew found my writing profile, until I reread the chapter.
Sure thing—instead of John, one line said Jace, and I almost had a heart attack while waiting for the corrected version to re-upload. Several thousand people had read it by then. I hope not many noticed. I hope I’m not losing my mind, but I’m only lying to myself.
I go into the bathroom, turn on the water, and call Becky.
My thoughts are a mess, and I need to vent.
“B, you think Jace likes me?” I ask right off the bat.
“I think Jace has a crush on you. Iknowthat. You obviously don’t notice how he looks at you.”
“How does he look at me?”
“Like he’s lived in a dungeon and just saw sunshine for the first time.”
I laugh. “Seriously, B.”
“Have you watched those videos where colorblind people see colors for the first time?”
