Ariana's POV
Jace sat on the edge of my bed, still in the same clothes from the café, his jacket draped over my desk chair where he'd tossed it earlier. Becca had texted to say she was crashing at a friend's dorm tonight, leaving just the two of us and the quiet hum of my desk lamp casting soft light across the room.
I'd changed out of the coffee-stained sweater into an old college hoodie, curled up on my side of the bed with my knees pulled toward my chest, still feeling the phantom warmth of the spilled coffee even though I'd washed it off completely.
"You've been quiet," Jace said, watching me carefully from where he sat. "More than usual."
"Just thinking." I picked at a loose thread on my blanket, needing something to do with my hands. "About what Maya said."
His jaw tightened sli
