Later that night, sitting up in bed flipping through TV channels, Jace’s eyes started to close. He could hear loud muffled voices coming from the TV downstairs. His dad must have fallen asleep with it on. Again. A new bad habit of his since Mom died.
Jace aimed the remote control at the TV screen on his wall and clicked it off.
The screeching sounds of an ambulance roared past his house, rattling him.
He leaned his head back against the pillow, closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and started seeing images of German smirking at him. He tasted the guy’s sweet full lips on his, Germain’s tongue sliding in and out of his mouth, even though they’ve never French kissed, and the way Germain snaked his hands across the back of Jace’s neck…a bolt of heat shot through Jace.
Jace opened his eyes
