Camille
I stood in the hotel suite, shame burning in my throat. I loved Jace. What would his reaction be? What if I had ruined everything before it could even become anything?
I had to see him. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone and texted : 'Where are you? We need to talk. Now.'
I stared at the screen. His reply came in. Just an address. No other words. Typical Jace.
I was already out the door. The Uber ride to his place was suffocating. The city blurred past but couldn’t breathe properly until I saw him. I arrived, heart pounding as I made my way to his door. I knocked once. The door swung open fast.
Jace. He had on a black T-shirt, low-slung jeans and bare feet. No smirk, just those gray eyes cutting into me.
“What’s going on?” he asked, voice flat.
“I need to talk,” I wh
