Emily's POV
Hours later....
I heard a faint knock at the hotel door and I instantly knew it was Jace. He's the only one with the big aggressive hands.
I ran to the door and let him in even though he was hours late.
"Nice bikini," he grinned.
"Mhm, nice.... what happened to your hand?" I asked, grabbing it.
"Don't- it's fine," he snatched away.
"Is that blood?"
"Nah, just ketchup," he lied.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom. Once we were in better lighting I realized he also had a scratch on his face that was also bleeding.
"What happened? Did you get into a fight?"
"What's it look like?" he mugged.
I got a clean towel and wet it with warm water. Once I rinsed it out, I dapped at Jace's hands even though he was a bit resistant.
"You don't have to," he sighed.
"It's fine. Are you okay?"
"I won," he grinned.
"Yeah I got that from your knuckles. Is the other guy okay?"
"I think you mean the other guys."
"Jace," I said, dapping at the scar of his face.
"They'll live," he shrugged.
"Should I even ask?"
"Nope. Don't be nosey."
With that, I finished cleaning off his hands and face as good as I could and we headed out to the pool which was on the roof!
"Gonna jump in with me?" I beamed.
"Fuck no, I'll be over there," he pointed to the lounge chairs.
I kind of got mad even though I knew he wasn't going to get in. I stepped in, testing the water before I dove in, It actually felt nice going under and not thinking about anything.
Just what I needed..
2 hours later.....
I swam to the other side where Jace was laying beside the pool, gazing at the.... stars?
"How's it going?" he grinned.
"I wish you would get in," I huffed.
"Nope, I told you I don't do swimming."
"Why? You don't do a lot of things, why?"
"Just don't," he shrugged.
"Well," I sighed.
"E I know you want something," he chuckled, "What is it?"
"What if I wanted you?" I smiled.
"What?"
"In the pool with me.." I laughed.
"Very funny."
"No but seriously, have some fun."
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Imperfect Emily
Romance"You're going to regret this," he sighed. "So let me." "You're my fucking girflfriend and you will respect me," he said, tightening his grip. "You don't have to want this." "But I do." Emily Jones is like no other. She's a nonchalant and complicate...
