The blare of the alarm came too soon. It felt as if I had only just closed my eyes. I blinked blurry eyed and still dopy from heavy sleep. My mind caught up with me slowly. The first thing I realised was the warm arm that encircled my waist... and the firm pressure on my back.
A heart beat later and it was gone.
I was wide awake now and fully alert. I couldn't believe I had slept in Jace's arms last night. Or that I had done it in the nude... or that nothing happened despite it all.
The door to the bathroom closed silently behind him and I found myself turning around to stare right at it. Questions poured through my muddled up mind but no solutions popped up to them. I rose from the bed and slipped on my night wear, a little upset that I had to move out to my room wearing it. It was hardly my best night wear. In my haste last night this was what fell into my hands.
I was just in time to cover up as I did for the door to the bathroom swung open only a moment later. Watching Jace move around his room seemingly oblivious to his still nude state, I couldn't hold back my questions further.
"Why?" I breathed out imploringly. I need to know why he made me sleep with him last night and why it had to be without clothes.
"I didn't want him to get any ideas. He needed to know he couldn't just sweep back in here and pick things up with you where you both left off." Jace turned to face ernestly before adding, " The nakedness was just for me. I wanted one night with you in my arms. I needed to feel you... all of you against all of me... before you leave."
" Leave? " I asked staring incredulously at him. He nodded his head before lifting a pair of worn jeans off a shelf and grabbing a clean pair of briefs from his underwear drawer. I watched him don it on as the silence reigned. Then with a heavy sigh, he continued, "He came here for you. He won't leave without. Not if he's the man I think he is."
" Wha...," I stumbled over the question, searching for what needed to be asked, instinctively knowing that Jace would only respond at to so much. "What kind of man is that?"
I watched as Jace reached into his cupboard to tug a shirt off its hanger and slip it on over his broad shoulders. I bit back a regretful sigh as his movements hid the fabulous contours of his chiseled torso.
" A man who gets what he wants," said Jace, carefully buttoning up his shirt before he met my inquisitive gaze," and doesn't let anything or anyone get in his way."
