Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 57

"Stay in here, I'm going to go grab our coats from the trunk," Jace tells me getting out of the car.

Looking out the window, I watch as the waves crash against the shore. It's awfully windy tonight, so I hope Jace brought a really warm coat because it's going to be freezing down there by the water.

My door opens, and I see he's already dressed in a coat and a black beanie; Jace motions me to stand up with his free hand.

He turns me to face away from him, and I feel a warm coat and beanie being placed on me as he dresses me.

Shutting my door, I turn around; a small smile tugs on his lips as he pushes me against the car with his body and adjust my beanie with one hand while the other one holds onto a blanket.

"Matching beanies?" I tease.

His hips push harder into mine as he tilts my face up to look at him. "I happen to like our matching beanies," he says and leans down to nip my jaw.

I suck in a breath as his lips move down to my collar bone. He sucks harshly before running his tongue over the red mark. "You're beautiful," he whispers.

I light up at his words, and his hands move to the bottom of my coat to zip it up. "Now let's go down to the beach before I lose it and say fuck the beach, so I can fuck you."

I hide a smirk when I see he's not kidding and grab his hand.

My converse sink into the sand as we walk to a spot close to the water, but not too close, so we won't get wet.

He spreads out a blanket on the sand and grabs my hand before pulling me down after him. One of his arms wraps around my waist and pulls me tight against his side, and the other he uses to prop himself up.

Throwing a leg over one of his, I move closer to him. "It's beautiful," I tell him as I look out into what seems like an endless body of water.

"Wait until we go to California. The water is bluer and it will be 40 degrees warmer," he says, pulling me tighter against his side for warmth, but the coat he gave me does a pretty good job at keeping me warm in this cold New York weather.

"I still can't believe you're taking me to see Twenty One Pilots. I'm so excited."

"Me too. I get you to myself for an entire week," he says, placing a hand on the inside of my thigh.

What? I tilt my head up to look at him and find he's already looking down at me with a hesitant expression. "An entire week?"

"Yeah... I thought we could make a little vacation out of it. We would go up the day before Christmas Eve and come back on New Years."

I raise my brows at him. "It will be fun, I promise," he says, but I'm still hesitant to agree; a week is a long time, especially with our tendency to fight. "Even if you hate California, which you won't, we will have an entire hotel room to ourselves." He presses against my center suggestively.

I suppress a groan and push his hand away. "Okay you convinced me," I laugh. He presses his lips to mine for a quick kiss and pulls me on top of him as he lays flat on the blanket.

The only sounds are the waves and Jace's heartbeat as we lay silently together and take in the amazing scenery; nothing could ruin this moment....

Until Jace says those four dreadful words again.

"Move in with me," he asks/demands.

I sigh and bury my head into his chest, so I don't have to see his expression. "I can't."