Jace's POV
If I was asked right now and I said my self-control wasn't hanging by a thread of restraint then I should be tagged a very bad liar because even the large bulge down there was enough evidence, and she had no idea how badly I was struggling to keep my hands to myself, all I can think about is f*****g her right here on this table,
"I will have my usual," I said to the waiter handing back the menu,
"Okay, I will be back shortly" he replied before turning to leave,
"They make really nice steaks here" I spoke up starting a conversation hoping to distract myself a little from my current thoughts,
"I have always preferred making my steaks myself" she murmured making me chuckle,
"Don't worry you will like it" I assured,
"I hope so" she shrugged, her eyes occasionally glancing at
