The next morning, I woke up to the shifting of movement underneath me. I squirmed a little, entwining my legs with Jace's until I was comfortable again. I had magically woken up sprawled on top of Jace's back as he slept, effortlessly taking deep breaths under my weight. My head was placed between his shoulder blades as I snuggled into his back, feeling his warm, muscled skin.
"What the hell." He mumbled roughly into the pillow, rolling over. I braced myself on my limbs until he was on his back and I collapsed into his chest again.
"You're weird." He sleepily said, his voice husky from a night of drinking and sleeping.
"I'm not weird, I'm spontaneous." I replied, my fingers tracing the black swirls of ink on his shoulders.
"It's called being crazy." I heard him smirk. I shot up from
