I never wanted to leave the comfort of his arms. He was my heart, my rock, and now my home. That weekend, when we hadn’t been in bed for the vast majority of our day, Jace had taken me out for dinner at the fanciest restaurant. Afterwards, when I had eaten the finest foods available, he had taken me dancing, and losing ourselves on the dancefloor in the man of my dreams’ arms, I felt like the luckiest girl alive.
For all of his flaws, he was the man that I wanted to be with, and in time, and unknowingly, he had mended my heart and put all the pieces of my world back together. I hadn’t realised how love truly felt until I had met Jace, and it was definitely meant to be that we had met in Barbados.
That Sunday night, as we lay in bed together, his mobile phone rang, and prising mysel
