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I push off the door and rush to him. His hands snake around my waist as mine do his neck, and I kiss him with meaning. Fire spreads throughout my body, setting my soul ablaze. Jace reaches down and lifts me. I pull away from his lips as he walks us into my room. “A few days ago, you asked me, ‘What do you know?’” I whisper against his lips.

“Yeah?” he says.

I lift my hand and remove his hat. “I know you, Jace Grant, and I love every single thing about you. Completely, unforgettably.”

Pain mixes with need on his face. “I love you, too,” he says. I smirk just before he kisses me. We fall onto the bed. Clothes get removed, and skin gets kissed. The night covers us in its blackness as two souls scarred beyond repair become one.

Do we fit together?

Do we make sense?

Probably not, but we make the rules.

He’s mine and I’m his, and it doesn’t fucking matter how we got here.

Jace’s hand goes around my throat as he slides inside of me. My nails dig into his back and he pushes forward. I lick his neck as he moans.

He grabs hold of my thigh, lifting it so he can fuck me harder, and I close my eyes, relishing in every thick inch.

I finish in a toe-curling orgasm, and he groans into my neck as he chases his own release.

We lie on our backs, breathing heavy. I look over at him as he looks at me. He smirks and I smile.

His eyes shine. His smile is like the sun––bright and beautiful, dangerous and showstopping.

“Again?” I ask.

“Again,” he says, climbing on top of me.

Chapter Fifty-Four

Jace

I’m scrolling through social media when I come across Harrison’s page. She’s at the airport in fucking New Amsterdam. I quickly find Bryce’s number and hit call. I know he’s going to give me shit because I haven’t been answering his phone calls.

I’ve been trying to figure everything out, and talking to Bryce wouldn’t help. I’d only feel guilty for even considering giving things a chance with Harlow. I still feel a little guilt, but after last night and waking up to her this morning, I know this is where I belong.

“Hello?” Bryce says, sounding annoyed.

“Hey, Jace,” Harrison says in a singsong voice.

“Harrison, where the hell has my brother taken you? I saw you just landed in New Amsterdam on your page,” I say, running a hand over my bare chest. The fan on Dalton’s dresser hums in the back, and the TV she has plays the news.

“Yep. I checked in at the airport,” she says, all matter-of-fact. She’s cute, like a little girl who just got a bucket of candy or some shit.

“Sweet. You better smoke one for me,” I say.

“Smoke one?”

“Yeah. Get Bryce to take you to a coffeeshop.”

“Coffeeshop as in a place to buy coffee?” she says, sounding confused.

I laugh. “No. They’re smoke shops. Weed,” I say. “You can’t go there and not visit a coffeeshop.”

“Have you been here before?” she asks me.

“I’ve been a lot of places. Army, remember?”

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