“Jace?” Katrina whispered.
“Yes?” he replied, his gaze flicking down to her lips but returning to hold her gaze almost immediately.
Katrina’s gaze searched his face, unsteady but sincere. The drunken haze faded into something fragile and raw. “If our parents hadn’t met first...” she murmured. “If you met me as just me, would you fall for me?” she asked.
The room went quiet. Jace’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as they held hers. For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Her lashes fluttered, and his gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes.
“You won’t. Got it,” she said after the long silence and moved to get off him, but Jace’s grip tightened around her waist, not letting her go. Katrina was forced to look at him again. He had pushed closer, leaving their faces too close n
