I woke up this morning, trying to sit up, but I couldn't. Jace was hugging my waist, his head placed on my stomach. I turned my head towards the bedside table to check the time. It was around 5am.
My fingers unconsciously brushed through Jace's hair, twirling the black, inky locks between my fingers. He lifted his head, changing positions as he placed his other cheek onto my stomach. I involuntarily smiled. If I got to wake up like this everyday, I wouldn't complain another day in my life. I continued to muck around with his hair, my nails scraping at his scalp. He growled softly in his sleep, obviously pleased with the feeling. My fingers slowly trailed down to his shoulders, to the wicked tattoo that was sprawled across his tanned skin. The pattern was unbelievably black, the same inky
