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Six
When Cara woke up, it was dim. She squinted and realized that she was sleeping on a canopy bed. And she could see little shafts of sunlight coming through the cracks in the curtain.
Oh right. She had woken up and thought she’d seen... A ghost last night. An orb. A glowing butterfly? She had read a lot of things written by ghost hunters, and enough to know that orbs usually indicated some kind of paranormal activity. Glowing butterflies, she had no idea.
She immediately questioned that, because the fact that she knew it meant that it was something that had been suggested to her prior to being here. Which meant she could easily have dreamed it, freaked out and...
She turned to look at Jace, who was asleep in bed beside her.
And everything in her stopped. Stopped thinking about ghosts. Stopped thinking about anything.
All she could do was stare at him. He looked a lot more relaxed sleeping. Way more relaxed than he ever did in person. In person he always looked like he was ready to leap into action. At any moment. To vanquish a raccoon or...
Oh no. There was a raccoon.
Last night had gotten very strange, and it was all a little bit fuzzy, because she had been drunk. She’d had way too much wine because she was nervous. But yes, they heard a noise and it had turned out that it was a raccoon. They’d gone downstairs, Jace had vanquished the raccoon...well, he had scuttled out of the room...
But something had happened before that.
But she was stopped again by the sight of him. His profile.
By everything. Just everything.
She took a deep breath. And the scent of him was almost overwhelming. Then she suddenly felt a little bit creepy, sitting there and staring at him like that. Checking him out. She sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest, and her head gave a decisive, definitive dull thud.
Great. And she had a hangover.
If you wanted to have sex with a virgin, you could have sex with me.
She slapped her hand over her mouth.
No.
She had not said that. She really needed that to be a dream, or just something she had thought, or just...
If she could see it clearly. Play back that whole conversation. Everything that had happened right before the raccoon... The raccoon had interrupted the conversation. She had literallypropositionedJace and had told him that shewas a virgin.
She squeezed her hands even more tightly over her mouth to keep from whimpering out loud.
No. And now she was up here in bed with him, and he was going to think that she was... That she had lost her mind.
I promise I’m not trying to hit on you. It’s just that I saw a ghost. And I freaked out.
Yeah. That would go well. Just great.
Her heart was thundering out of control. Was he going to say something? Was he going to call her out for hitting on him? Was he going to ask about her virginity? Oh, she could think of nothing more embarrassing. It was a literal horror. The idea that he knew... No.
She couldn’t bear it. She really couldn’t bear it.
But maybe he wouldn’t remember. He had a little bit of wine himself. And they’d made it through the night in the haunted house. Which was... Pretty haunted. Except maybe that it had been a dream. Because she’d been drunk.
She really didn’t know what to think. She didn’t know what to hope for.
And suddenly, he made a very masculine noise and stirred in his sleep. And then he turned over and looked at her, and she felt like the whole world lit up.
He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It hurt to look at him.
You love him.
