Jace Norman Shirtless Novels & Stories

If this really is home, then maybe our stash of supplies is here as well. We make our way up and to my relief it is. Dry warm clothes, blankets food and matches for a fire. We get the fire going first as we all need the warmth. Jace shakes himself dry and I towel dry him slightly but focus more on Serena. Once she is safe in Jace paws under a blanket, I take my shirt off. It's only when I turn around I see Lewana looking at my shirtless form confused. Shit. How am I going to do this.

But the moment the video loaded, the last remnants of sleep vanished from my body like smoke. The screen showed the front gate, the early morning light cutting across the cobblestone drive. And there he was; Jace. Standing like he belonged there. Even through the grainy security feed, he looked impossibly real. Tall, broad-shouldered, the same restrained power in his posture. He wore faded denim and a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. A pair of black aviator sunglasses sat perched on his nose, catching the soft reflection of the sky. The watch on his wrist, a Patek Philippe, I realized, absurdly gleamed when he shifted.