Page 124 of Set the Moment
He’d even made a group chat with Georgia, Jace, and I where he only sends food recipes to try. The chat was originally made to remind everyone not to spill Jace and I’s secret until we were ready, but it soon turned into Derek’s personal recipe book.
“Look at this one, Heart Jr., I think this would be good, too!”
Ahh…that too. He’s given me a nickname.
Rolling my eyes, I follow the big oaf around, checking my phone as he goes on and on about the pastries around us when I get a text.
Daisy
I’m so so sorry about what happened at practice! I know we haven’t been able to see one another because I left last week to visit my grandma but can we please talk??? I’m sorry
Sighing, I swipe out of our texts. Yesterday, I did our showcase dance alone for our professor after Daisy hadn’t respond to my texts for the past week. And after a few hours of grilling from Jace, Georgia, and Derek while I was in thehospital, we’d all come to the conclusion that my dance partner had given me a strawberry infused drink.
I know that she didn't mean to, you know…almostkillme, but I’d rather eat drywall than talk to her right now. Sure, she didn’t mean to give me something that I’m deathly allergic to, but she also left me there after I collapsed.
The EMTs told us that I was alone when they found me, Daisy was nowhere in sight. Something is up with that girl, and I can’t place a finger on what it is…
“So, do you have a plan for your birthday? Georgia told me it was on New Year’s Eve,” Derek questions as we sit down at a booth, three eclairs on his plate.
I tilt my head at him, smiling a bit. “You and G are getting closer.”
He sighs dramatically. “That’s because we’re keeping you little nympho’s secret. I need someone to talk about it with.”
“Mhm…Right.”
He and I eat the rest of our pastries—or more like I take one of his eclairs and he grumbles throughout our small lunch break.
Jace claimed he’d had a small surprise for me today, so when we finish up with lunch, I head over to his house with the guys. I’ve never truly been here, but he’d sent over the address claiming it was needed for “list purposes”.
When I get to the house, the first thing that I notice is the empty driveway, save for Jace’s car.
Odd.
My car door swings open and Hercules himself stands in the doorway in all his glory.
“Welcome home, angel.” Jace grins broadly, holding out a hand for me. Narrowing my eyes at him, my hackles raise.
He’s up to something.
“Hi? What’s going on?” I muse, grabbing the held out hand.
“We’re about to have the best sex of our lives—no one's home and I can finally show you my real room. Besides, we still have a few things on that list of yours to tick off.”
His words process instantly. My eyes flicker to his for a brief moment, and before I know it, our lips are slamming against one another in broad daylight.
I’ve been waiting for this part of my list—rip off clothes like in the movies.
Jace hoists me up, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist as his hands cup my ass—our kiss unbreaking.
I sigh into the kiss as he walks me up the porch stairs of his house, and when he sets me down on my feet, my smile is bright and wild for him.
Jace doesn’t hesitate to kiss me again, his tongue playing with my own as my fingers fumble to rip off his shirt.
We’re kissing and pulling at one another's clothes, a feeling of pure euphoria washing over us as we tangle ourselves around one another. We’re going at it like rabbits, grinding and tugging at each other, so deeply enthralled in our kiss that we don’t pay attention to anything around us.
At this moment, I only see him and he only has eyes for me.
We grind, slamming against a wall. My mouth leaves his momentarily as he begins to tug on my shirt, and that’s when it happens.
