Between the Sheets

Chapter 3

The next day, a huge storm front blew in from the west. High winds and torrential rain washed out roads and knocked over telephone lines. Which left Jace and me without a way to communicate after his date proposition.

On day four of rain, it having slacked off a bit, there was a soft nock on the foyer door. I sat up, putting my book -- Tithe by Holly Black-- down, hearing the hinges squeak open slowly. Muffled voices echoed up to the stairs before someone began the steep trek.

I ruffled my hair, hoping to knock out some of the tangles. The door opened slowly and Jace stepped through, his normally perfectly jelled hair falling softly against his cheek. Beaming, I patted my bed.

"I'm a bit wet," he chuckled, sitting anyways.

"Psh, it's just water. How have you been?"

"Wet," he dryly replied. He looked behind me to the book laying haphazardly on my pillow.

"Tithe, again?" he raised a thick eyebrow.

"It's my favourite book," I huffed.

He smiled, "You just like it for Roiben."

Snickering, I laid back, turning onto my side. Jace sighed and laid down too, his hair laying on the pillows.

"I missed you," he said, pulling me to him. My head currled into his chest, my fingers finding the loops on his pants. He adjusted his body, his hands threading through my hair.

The heat from his body felt oddly comforting as the rain pelted the panes of my windows. After laying like that for a few minutes, I turned over, my fingers tracing the lines of Jace's tattoos.

"Jace?"

"Yeah?" he mumbled into my hair.

"How old were we when you got your fist tattoo?"

Jace slid down to eye level, propping his head on his hand.

"You don't remember?"

I shook my head.

"I was 14. When I came to show it to you, you decided it would be fun to poke it," he chuckled. "I then pushed you in a puddle as revenge for my pain."

"I didn't talk to you for a week," I said smirking.

"You do remember; It was a very lonely week."

Jace adjusted his body, his socked feet playing with mine.

"Or what about the one time we snuck into the abandoned building because I wanted to smoke pot? You got your hair stuck on the fence and started crying. "

I groaned, "My hair took forever to grow out."

Jace poked my stomach, "I felt terrible about it. You didn't see your face; all puffy eyed with tear streaks. Looked pretty adorable if not pathetic."

I punched his arm. Jace chuckled, rubbing the spot.

"Oh! What about right after the the first time we met and I locked you in the basement?" I offered.

"God! Don't remind me. That was terrifying and your dad had to take the hinges off the door."

Jace's face sobered.

"Did they ever find out what happened to him?"

I tried to turn over but Jace's tattooed fingers wrapped around my arm, pulling me back.

"No. All they ever found was his car and not much else."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before a memory came to mind. I coughed while attempting not to laugh.