ANDERI
THE APARTMENT WAS silent except for the faint sound of my boots on the floor. No music, no chatter, just that heavy quiet that made the air thick and hard to breathe.
I didn’t bother looking around. The bedroom door was cracked open, pale light spilling out like a lure. There, sprawled across the bed in my shirt again, was Jace.
One sleeve rolled up, the shirt hanging off his shoulder just right—careless but damn sexy as hell. His eyes caught mine and that cocky smirk twisted his mouth.
“Took your sweet time,” he said, voice low and sharp. “Thought you were not coming home.”
Fuck that smirk. I shut the door and closed the distance, not wasting a second.
His lips slammed against mine, rough and quick like he needed to prove something. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking
