I took my sweet time getting dressed, shuffling through the ridiculous pile of clothes he’d brought, settling on black ripped jeans and a hoodie that I was pretty sure wasn’t even mine.It smelled entirely of him. Like something dark, rich, and dangerous, threaded with the faint traces of smooth whiskey and the deep, wild forest outside.I yanked it on anyway.By the time I stepped out, Jace was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze evaluating me from head to toe.I scowled. “What now?”“Just thinking,” he replied, his lips twitching. “If you’re gonna start stealing my clothes, at least wear them properly.”I flipped him off again, just for good measure.He grinned, pushing off the frame. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”I snorted, inching closer to inspect it. “Baby?” My fingers brushed over the smooth leather seat, trailing down to the sharp, clean edges of the frame. My pulse stuttered as I ran my hand along the side. “A Ducati Superleggera V4,” I murmured, my voic
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