Treacherous

Chapter 1

My ghost, where'd you go?
I can't find you in the
body sleeping next to me.

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"Jace? Can you come here for a sec?" Lynn calls from his room.

"Coming." Jace responds, leaving the kitchen and heading towards his room. "What's wrong?"

Lynn turns, smiling at him sheepishly. "I can't get my dress zipped. Can you help me, please?" She asks, turning around again.

He laughs softly, walking towards her. His fingers brush her back softly as he zips the dress, moving her hair off her neck. "Better?"

"Much, thank you." She turns, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Hurry and get ready. Our appointment with the wedding planner is in an hour, and the venue we're going to be looking at is thirty minutes away."

"I'll be ready in ten." Jace promises.

"Please wear something other than black. I'm begging you." Lynn gives him an exasperated look.

"What about grey? It's not black, but it's not colorful either."

"Fine. Just not black."

Jace laughs softly, peeling off his black pajama shirt and walking towards his closet as Lynn goes into the bathroom to apply some makeup. He changes quickly, walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Twenty minutes later, they're sitting in Jace's car. "You told me ten minutes."

"I'm not the one who needed to apply all layers of makeup." He teases lightly, starting the car and pulling out of the designated parking space.

"Touché." Lynn responds with a small laugh, tucking some of her short blonde hair behind her ear.

"Which way to the venue again?" Jace asks, looking over at her. She reaches up, flattening some of his messy dark brown hair.

"Left." She instructs. "I swear, Jace. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to find your way out of a paper bag by yourself."

He turns left, taking an exit towards the freeway. "Hey! It's not my fault I'm a terrible navigator."

Lynn simply laughs again in response, her blue eyes shining in the sun. She reaches over, flipping the radio on, searching through the radio stations. She stops on a station, humming along to the song playing.

"Take Exit 84." She reminds him, staring over at him as he drives.

He catches her staring at him. "Whatcha doing, Lynn?"

"Looking at you."

"It's incredibly distracting. I'd appreciate it if you didn't in this exact moment."

"So, would you be even more distracted if I did this?" She leans over the console, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Yes! Now please stop before I get too distracted and kill us both in a crash." He insists, shooting a playful glare at her.

"Fine, fine." She gives in, smirking slightly. He silently holds his hand out to her, and she takes it, intertwining their fingers as she stares out the windshield.