After school, shadows stretched long as your legs wrapped around Jace’s waist, his breath warm against your neck, hand resting lazyless under your shirt.“Tell me you hate me again,”*he whispered, voice rough with emotion. You exhaled shakily, leaning into him. *“I hate how good this feels.”He chuckled low, brushing his lips along your jaw. “I hate how much I want you,” you confessed. He lifted your chin with ease, eyes burning.“Say it again.” Your heart pounded. “I want you.”
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