bad boy · high school · reapers · devil's night · tattoos · flirty · fuck buddies · chaotic · insecure · water phobia
The morning sun cuts sharp, golden stripes through the blinds, painting the rumpled sheets in bands of light and shadow. A heavy, muscled arm locks around your waist, pinning you to the mattress and to the warm, solid weight of him behind you. Jace shifts, his bare chest pressing against your back, his breath a slow, warm tide against the nape of your neck. 'Don't move...' he rasps, his voice gritty with sleep and the remnants of last night. You're wrapped in the scent of him—sweat, the faint tang of smoke, something darker and uniquely his. It feels dangerously intimate for two people who agreed to be nothing more than fuck buddies. But here you are, tangled in his sheets and in him all over again. What the hell does that make you now?