Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 64

"Fuck," Jace groans, flipping us over, so I'm laying across his sweaty chest, "I can't wait to get you home."

"Mmm," I agree, pulling the slightly disheveled sheets over top of us. "Me too, I can't wait to get back to classes and work," I tease.

Tomorrow is New Year's, and I can't wait to get home either, to our apartment. It's weird to call Jace's probably ridiculously expensive penthouse ours, but hopefully with time, I'll start seeing it as that.

Christmas this year was the best. Even though I wasn't at home this year, Jace made up for it and then some. We hung up lights around our hotel room and he even bought a little Christmas tree for us to decorate. I put on way too many ordaments, so it ended up looking like a small pile of scrap metal instead of a Christmas tree, but Jace said he thought it was cute, so in the end I was really proud of my work.

I give his bicep a playful squeeze, and I'm back underneath him before I can blink, his hands intertwine with mine, pinning them above my head, and a leg pushes its way in between both of mine.

"Those are the only reasons you want to be back?" he asks, trailing his nose across my collar bone and onto my shoulder.

I shiver from his delicate touch, and pretend to think about what he said. "Pretty much."

"Oh, so it has nothing to do with you and me moving in together?" His mouth replaces his nose.

"Not in the slightest," I tell him, tilting my head to give him better access.

His teeth nip my skin. "You're a horrible liar."

"And you're a-" I'm cut off by the sound of my cellphone ringing. "Let it go to voicemail," I say when Jace pulls back a little. He doesn't argue and goes back to kissing me, but he is stopped once again by the annoying shrill of my phone.

He groans and lets go of my hands so he can reach for my phone on the nightstand. He doesn't try to hide it when he brings it to his face to see who's calling me. "Do you know who this is?" He doesn't sound accusatory when he asks me this and turns my phone toward me to show me the seven digit phone number of an unknown caller, only curious.

I take it from him and look at the number again, but it's not familiar to me. I shrug, "Wrong number I guess." I'm about to toss my phone onto the other side of the bed when it buzzes once, signaling I have a text.

My hand tightens around my phone as I read a message from the same person who called me only seconds ago.

Unknown Number: We need to talk. Can we meet?

There's only one person this could be, and my heart drops.

"What is it?" Jace asks, but he's already grabbing the phone from me.

He probs himself up on his elbows as he reads the text message, and I watch his knuckles turn white as his hand tightens around my phone, and his eyes narrow dangerously.

"What should I say-?"

"Nothing," he responds cooly, setting my phone back on the nightstand.

He moves off of me and stands up before bending down to grab a discarded pair of sweatpants from off the floor and pulls them up, so they hang dangerously low on his waist.

One text from Tobias and it has totally ruined our playful mood from only minutes ago.

"But-" I start to protest.

"You're not talking to him, and you sure as hell aren't meeting up with him, so there's no need for you to say anything back," he says leaving no room for argument, but I don't entirely agree with him, and I don't like the way he's making feel like I have no say in this.

Sitting up, I wrap the silk sheets  around my naked body and move to the other side of the bed to collect my clothes.

Pulling the TØP shirt I got after the concert over my head, I say, "But I feel like I should meet with him in person, so I can tell I want nothing to do with him and-" I don't even get to finish my sentence before Jace cuts me off with an unamused laugh.

"You're insane if you think I'm letting you go anywhere near him." My teeth grit at the word "let". He doesn't get to "let" me do stuff, I can do what I want.

I snatch my phone from off the nightstand as I contemplate what to say back to Tobias while I ask Jace, "What do you think is going to happen? He'll confess his dire love for me, and I'll forgive him for everything he has done to me and take him back?" I know I sound harsh, but I'm starting to get annoyed by his need to keep me away from him because he thinks I'll run back to him.

His eyes narrow from across the room at me, but he doesn't say anything. "Exactly."

"Don't," he says when I start typing out a message, "or I'll-"

"Or you'll what?" I ask.

He cocks his head as he decides how to handle me, and finally says, "Or I don't think I'll be able to keep my promise to you."

I know exactly what promise he's talking about, and it's like a punch to the gut that he actually threatened to break his promise to me just because I was going to do something he didn't want me to do.

I have nothing to say to him and all but throw my phone back on the nightstand before opening the door that leads to the balcony and slamming it shut behind me. I expect him to come out here and apologize or at least try talking to me, but when the seconds I stand outside waiting, turn to minutes, I know I'm waiting for nothing.
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