~ Becca ~
I woke up sore emotionally in a way that didn’t hurt.
The good kind. The kind that made my brain lag for a second before reality snapped back in.
Jace wasn’t asleep.
He was sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, phone face down in his hand, jaw tight like he was already back in the real world and didn’t like what he saw there.
For a stupid half-second, I almost pretended this was normal. Like waking up next to him wasn’t a landmine waiting to go off.
“Morning,” I said quietly.
His eyes dropped to me instantly. Softened. Just a little. Enough to mess me up.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m good.”
That was true. Terrifyingly true.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead, slow and gentle, nothing like last night. And somehow that hit harder.
Then his phone
