It doesn’t matter. He’s still the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.
His eyes are trained on the ground between his feet until I stop in his line of sight. When he looks up and our eyes meet, I see nothing but love.
I was expecting hate. Anger. Confusion.
Anything but the adoring look he gives me every time he looks at me. As if I’m his reason to breathe.
Because he’s become mine. And right now, my lungs are beginning to burn from lack of oxygen.
Slowly letting out my breath and sucking in another to alleviate the pain, I maintain eye contact with Jace, waiting for him to say something. Anything.
His actions have always spoken louder than words, and today is no exception. Closing the distance between us, he pulls my body against his and presses his lips to mine, stealing my breath and giving me his.