A Dying Girl's List

Chapter 21

“We have got to stop waking up on a couch like this,” Jace spoke when he saw Lissa's eyes flutter open. He had been lying awake for the past ten minutes, just watching his ex sleep, like a creep. He didn't want to wake her up when he woke up, since last night took a toll on her energy levels. She needed all the rest she could get.

Lissa looked down, to see what he meant. And by heaven's gate! They were tangled up in each other's bodies. Again.

Why do they always fall asleep like this?

Maybe they just fall asleep in each other's arms like this, because they found comfort in doing so. In his arms, Lissa had the best periods of sleep. His arms had always been her safe place.

The same goes for Jace. When Lissa laid against his chest, he felt a sense of protection over her. And he liked that feeling.

Lissa let out a breathy laugh, “These are all spur-of-the-moment sleeps. It just happens.” she lifted herself and yawned, “We should probably freshen up. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“Your clothes are in my room. I'll go get them. That dress looks uncomfortable.”
Lissa just nodded in response.

So he left, and came back, seconds later, with her clothes. Their fingers brushed against each other when she took the clothes from his hands, and lingered there. They both felt the same spark, and couldn't deny the strong magnetic pull between them.

Jace leaned in closer, but Lissa took a step back and cleared her throat.

Kissing him would send mixed signals and she didn't want that.

“Bathroom?” she asked, quietly.

Jace was quiet for a few seconds, then shook his head lightly, “Second door on the left, down the hall.” she took the clothes from his hands, and ambled down the hallway.

When she rounded the corner, Jace plopped down on his sofa,

“What is going on with me?” he whisper-asked himself.

He blew out a heavy breath and cracked his knuckles.

“Get yourself together, Jace. You'll end up losing her again if you don't keep your emotions in check,” he scolded himself as he walked to his room to shower in his en-suite bathroom.

Lissa turned the knob, entered his guest bathroom, and gaped at how clean it was. Usually, in a guy's bathroom, there were dirty towels and clothes strewed all across the floor — but here, there was none. It was unquestionably as clean as a whistle.

It was clean, because no one used it, but she didn't know that.

She took a shower, dressed, then sat down on the living room couch.

She scanned through the List again, to see what could be crossed off today.

Jace came out a while later, casually dressed, and stood behind her, resting his palms on the sofa and not-so-subtly glanced over her shoulder to see which numbers she had circled.

“Are all those for today?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I'm not sure which to do first? It's always a problem choosing one,” she said, letting out a sort of, nervous chuckle.

She twisted her neck to glance up at him, slightly. She couldn't look him in the eyes, she was still hyped up from the almost kiss from earlier.

“Well...” he motioned for the List, so she let him have it. He skimmed over it, then smiled, “How about we do this one?...”

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“You have no idea how difficult it is to get a pass to this. Much less a V.I.P pass...” Jace explained.