Time as always, waited for no one.
Jace had no idea how the hell it had gotten to the last day of holidays already. Yet here he was, roped into a farewell lunch for Tate who was heading back home.
They were at his and Maia’s favourite beach side café, Cruise, with their regular group. Indulging in burgers, pancakes and milk shakes, with the sun smiling down on them, the skies clear of any clouds.
Jace smiled brightly to himself as he looked down at his hand on Isabelle’s knee, where it had been for the past hour without any resistance. He had no idea what exactly had gone through her head the night of Ben’s party, whether or not hearing Tate’s declaration had been the turning point, but for the past few days it had been amazing between them. She was more accepting of his touches now, on
