~Jace
I woke up to warmth.
Soft. Comforting. Dangerous.
For a second, I didn’t move. Just lay there, my head sinking into the pillow, my body aware of the small figure pressed against my chest. Her scent was everywhere. Sweet. Familiar. It made my head light, like I was trapped in some kind of dream I didn’t want to wake up from.
Then my eyes opened.
And there she was.
Claire.
Her face was relaxed in sleep, her lashes resting gently against her cheeks. The morning light streaming through the window caught in her hair, turning it golden.
She looked... peaceful.
Something in my chest squeezed.
I shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be here.
Last night, I had been too f****d up to care. But now—now, with my head pounding, my body sore, and the bitter aftertaste of Molly still lingering
