Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 24

Knock. Knock. Knock. Three sharp raps on the door pulls me out of MTV. It must be Jace. I pull down my dress that Angela convinced me to buy when we went shopping on Thursday. It is light pink on the bottom and hugs nicely around my curves, and has a black top that makes my boobs go from a C cup to a D cup. It's not a dress I would normally pick out, but I'm glad Angela made me get it; it makes me feel hot.

I grab my purse on my way to the door; I open it up and I'm greeted with hot male. My eyes start from his feet and travel up to his face. He's wearing a pair of washed out jeans with a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket over top. His t-shirt is thin enough that I can faintly see the outlines of his tattoos underneath.

He has a smoldering look on his face; his eyes are a light blue, they remind me of the ocean in a way.

What I notice most though, is his hair. It's pushed up and away from his face, making me want to run my hands through it. Later, I tell myself.

He closes the gap between us in one long stride. As his hands gently tangle into my wavy brown hair, his lips come down to meet mine; they are warm and soft against my own. After a few minutes, he pulls back, leaving me gasping for breath. A smirk forms on his face, and his thumb comes up and wipes the corner of my mouth. Lipstick smudge.

I smile, and he leans in close to my ear, his breath tickiling my ear lobe. "You look... delicious," he whispers darkly.

My breathing stills as he runs his hand down my side, squeezing my hip softly before he continues his journey down. He stops where my dress ends, and he teases the skin right under it, and then he- he sticks his tongue in my ear!

"Ew, Jace!" I yell, exasperated, and push against his hard chest. He stumbles back a step, and a deep laugh booms down the hallway. I narrow my eyes at him, but I'm trying to hold back a grin.

I roll my eyes and smile. "Let's go," I say, and turn to walk past him.

He doesn't take long to catch up to my small strides; grabbing my hand in his large one, we walk side by to his car.

I sneak a peak at hm from under my lashes as we head down the stairs, and I find his eyes are still light with humor. I'm glad he thinks he's funny. I am so getting him back for that.

Once outside, he opens up the passenger door of his car, which is parked just outside the complex's doors, the engine still running.

"Where are we going?" I ask, taking advantage of him driving to admire his face.

A small smirk adorns his features, as he looks over at me. "To this club I heard about," he says.

"So this us your first time going there?" I ask.

He eyes me warily as if trying to decide why I asked this question, but it in the end he just nods. Good, I like doing firsts with him.

We make casual conversation until we arrive at the club, and at the end of the car ride I learned he's practically been all around the world: Parris, Egypt, Switzerland, Jamaica.. the list goes on and on. And he learned that I've never even been out of the continental U.S., and he scowled at my words, he looked almost mad, but before I could ask him how Paris was, we arrive at the club.

If you can even call it a club. This place is freaking huge. The outside is packed with people, some dressed like they're about to walk on the red carpet and others are wearing more casual clothes. A huge line zigzags out in the front.

"We don't have to wait in that line," Jace assures when he sees the worry in my face.

I sigh in relief; it would take hours to get through that line.