jace-hammond

I want to kiss you._ Jace__ whisper pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up to find his eyes blazing with raw need. __ust because Marc won__ touch you doesn__ mean I shouldn__. Right? I don__ have that kind of self-control, and honestly, I don__ see the point in it. Are you supposed to be impressed by how long we can go without touching you? __ause if that__ the game we__e playing, I think I__ rather lose.

Why is this so hard?_ I whispered.His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. __verything worth fighting for is hard.

If I love you more than you love me, I__ as good as dead. Yet I can__ make myself take it back. I can__ just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I__ dying inside.

I__ saying that I can wait. For now. But when things get back to normal__ssuming that ever happens__ want my shot. We can make each other happy, Faythe. I know it. And I__ done walking away from things I want just because they don__ come easily. You__e worth the work.

Faythe_?" The tremor in his voice broke my heart. Then understanding surfaced, and his tear-filled eyes searched mine desperately. "No. No," he whispered through clenched teeth. "This was not wrong. It__ the only thing I__e done right in months. Don__ you dare regret this.