Chapter Twenty-Four: Jace

I stared at the little spackle dots on the ceiling and listened to Maxxie's careful breathing. My nimble fingers wove in and out of his silky hair. Last night's events were playing on repeat in my mind—everything from the hot tub to our adventure in the bedroom. Maxxie's beautiful face kept flashing in my mind and I couldn't help but crack a small smile as he stirred in his sleep.