A/n: I'm sooo sorry it's been so long! I'm packing for college and stuff and it's so crazy! Please bear with me! I hope that this super long chapter makes up for it!
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Emma Janes POV
"The plane isn't set to take off for another 30 minutes so Im going to change out of these clothes okay, I have water in that seat cushion, it's also a fridge. I'll be out in a second okay." He releases me from his arms and I already miss his warmth.
I grab a water from his couch and sit down. He has a few books on the desks attached to the seats across from me, and I mean how could I resist. They don't call me a nerd for nothing, you know. The title is well earned. I take a seat, place my water bottle down and move the desk on top of me.
He looks like he's in the middle of Oliver Twist which is interesting because I would have never pegged him as a Dickens fan.
I thumb through it but I'm easily enthralled by the writing. He's just so talented and eloquent.
When I read I go into this place in my head that blocks out everything else in the universe. My head could be on fire and I wouldn't know it.
"Whatcha doing." A voice rips me away from my little world and I jump causing the water bottle to dump half its contents on me. I look up to see a shirtless Jace behind the chair.
Very graceful Emma Jane, really you should be a ballerina or something.
"Oh jeez, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have snuck up on you, let me go get you something to clean that up." He opens a cabinet full of towels and wash cloths, there must be a shower on here somewhere. I sit back in the chair even though it's completely wet.
God, rich people are crazy.
"I didn't think you'd be so jumpy EJ, here let me get that for you." He moves the desk out of the way and bends down in front of me.
"Yeah, sorry I'm just a bit on edge all the time. You really don't have to dry my dress for me I can do th-"
He pats the wash cloth on my lap and he obliviously puts his other hand on the inside of my thigh. I can feel my cheeks burning. It shuts me right up.
Although he is trying to help it's no use, my dress is completely soaked. All I can focus on is his hand and where it is and how it feels.
That's not the only thing that's getting soaked huh.
Shut up jeez. Stop being so crude.
Jace rubs the wash cloth against the dress some more and his hand moves slightly up and he looks so concentrated on helping with my dress, I wonder if he knows what he is doing to me.
I mean I just told him how I'm really not ready for sex. I know that this is not sex but I dont know it's also not that far from being something that could potentially lead to sex. I cant just tell him that he's touching really close to my, um, no touch zone.
God you sound like you're 4! "This is my no no place"! God we are gonna be a virgin forever!
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The Bad Boy's Trophy
Romans"What's wrong doc, you don't wanna help me," Jace stated with a puppy dog face, feigning offense. "I was just trying to help you anyway," he leaned closer to me and dropped his head low so only I could hear what he was about to say, "tell me was tha...
