Broken Hearts (Light in the Dark 5)

His smile grows and he reaches over, swiping his finger over the top of my lip, catching a bit of foam clinging there, and sucking it into his mouth.

I swallow thickly, my pulse pounding. The café fades away and it feels like it’s only the two of us here. His green eyes darken and his top teeth slide along his bottom lip, looking at me like he wants to devour me.

Plates clank down on our table, breaking the spell.

I can’t even thank the server because my throat is tight. I force my gaze away from his and look down at my food. It looks delicious and smells even better.

I can still feel Jace’s eyes boring into the side of my head, but I ignore him. I know the look he has and there’s nothing we can do about it here.

I pick up my sandwich and take a bite, moaning in the process. It tastes unlike anything I’ve ever had before. There’s some kind of spread on it that adds a unique flavor that I can’t decipher.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Jace shake his head and dig into his own meal.

We finish eating and step out onto the street.

“Do you want to go back to the flat?” he asks, nodding in the direction we’d need to go.

I shake my head. “I want to go to the Eiffel Tower.”

He chuckles. “But we were there yesterday … and the day before.”

“So?” I question. “It’s beautiful, and it’s not like we get to see it every day at home.”

“You have a point,” he agrees. “All right, come on.”

He holds out his hand to me and I take it gladly. It’s warm and nearly swallows mine whole.

We walk the bustling Paris streets toward the Eiffel Tower. The number of people on the streets slows us down, though with Jace’s tall build and long legs he easily plows through most people, leaving disgusted looks behind us.

I apologize profusely to those people, but they either don’t understand or don’t care.

The Eiffel Tower comes into view in the distance and Jace speeds up his steps. I struggle to keep up. I have to take three steps to his one.

Jace g

lances back at me and sees he’s practically dragging me and lets out a choked laugh.

“Sorry, babe.” He instantly slows and I breathe a sigh of relief.

We walk leisurely the rest of the way there until we stand where we can view it.

“There’s something magical about it,” I murmur.

“Yes, there is,” he says softly, but when I glance at him out of the corner of my eye he’s not looking at the tower.

He’s looking at me.

We stand there a few more minutes before I separate my hand from his and grab my camera from its case.

“Excuse me? Sir?” I call out to a man passing by and he stops. “Would you mind taking a picture of us?” I ask.

He smiles kindly and takes the camera. I show him how to snap a photo and then I return to Jace’s side.

I intend to have a photo taken of us smiling in front of the tower, but Jace has other plans.

He turns me to face him and my lips part with a question but before I can ask it, he bends his head and kisses me. I gasp and his tongue sweeps inside. My fingers grasp at his jacket as he leans me back, deepening the kiss.

After what feels like an eternity he lets me up and I stumble back, woozy from lack of oxygen.