72. ISABELLE
Her first conscious thought the next morning was that there had been no dreams at all plaguing her last night. The second thought was that every part of her body hurt like hell. And the third and best thought – that she wasn’t alone in her bed. Jace was curled up next to her, his arm around her waist possessively, and his beautiful face turned to her like he’d fallen asleep watching her. He was topless and still in his shorts from yesterday, a mass of tanned and toned skin on full display. He looked vulnerable in sleep, his face soft and unguarded, but his lips were turned down slightly as if, even in his dreams, he was worrying about others. The most beautiful boy she had ever laid eyes on without a doubt - and he was in bed with her, holding her, offering his heart to her, even aft
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