Celeste
“I’m not blushing,” he protested, which only made him look more adorable.
“You are,” I said with a soft laugh. “It’s okay. I think it’s sweet that you care so much.”
“Stop teasing me,” he muttered, starting the car again.
In the fading light, his profile was striking. He had a strong jaw, a straight nose, and eyes that could be as cold as ice or as warm as summer, depending on the person he was looking at.
“Jace?” I said softly.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you. For caring about me.”
He glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “Of course I care about you, Celeste.”
Those simple words made my chest feel tight. He cared about me. Maybe not in the way I wanted, not yet, but he cared. And for now, that was enough.
As we approached the mansion, the thought of facing my mo
