Chapter 11: Twist.

Three years ago.

Jace's POV.

My eyes flutter open, squinting at the natural light spilling into the room.

The first thing that comes crumbling into my brain is that kiss and how it ended.

Shit.

It's way too early for this.

I rub my eyes, sitting up on the edge of the bed, running a hand on my face and tugging my hair at the roots.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Why does it feel like that kiss mattered, like those lips were the only lips I'd crave for for the rest of my life.

Reminder, you met this girl last Friday.

She shouldn't even be occupying my mind right now.

I groan, picking up my t-shirt from the floor, slipping into it and marching out of the room.

I hear her calling her dog from the kitchen and I halt on the staircase.

Shit.

I stare at the front door straight ahead, thinking about walking out of it without having any awkward conversations with her.

Dick move.

I descend the stairs, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning my shoulder against the frame and watching her put food for