Page 42 of Jace 4Ever
“We all keep fucking up, Jace. It’s life.”
“You really don’t hate me?”
“Because you stopped a woman from getting murdered? I certainly do not hate you. Don’t you realize you saved a life today? By grabbing that ax and sending Marilyn out to make the phone call, yousaved that woman’s life. And for that alone, I am proud to be with you.” I released his chin from my fingers.
“You are?”
“Jesus, Jace. Yes. Don’t you get that I just plain old like you? That I enjoy being around you? The hanging out together is great, the sex is phenomenal, and the lazy mornings are just the best ever. I’m happy to show you off.”
“I…” A tear escaped and he smeared it away angrily. “Thank you for coming to get me tonight. Thank you for not making me feel like a total asshole about the porn thing.”
“Never,” I said. “Let’s go back to my place and we can shower and crash. We’ll deal with the fallout tomorrow.”
“Yes, please.”
I sat back in my seat and eased back onto the road, thankful for minimal traffic on a Monday night in the city. “Are you hungry?”
“You don’t have to feed me.”
“Oh for—” I slammed my hand on the wheel. “Jace! Making sure you’re fed is one of my duties as a boyfriend. Christ, let me feed you.” He stilled. I would have even guessed he was frozen if it wasn’t for the rapid breathing from the passenger side. I grimaced and sighed. “Jace?”
“Boyfriend?” The word was squeaked quietly.
Oh. Right. Oops. “Would you like that?”
The silence stretched a bit and I started to get really worried. But he finally spoke.
“You want to be my boyfriend?”
I grinned as I hopped us on the FDR to shoot down to Midtown. “I thought we already were.”
The squeak was quiet, but adorable. “Really?”
“Well, I mean…there’s the kissing, the dinners, the sleeping together, the amazing sex…”
“I’d like that very much.”
“Good. So, can I feed my boyfriend?”
His eyes darted to the clock on the dash. “Katz’s is still open.”
“One corned beef sandwich, coming right up.”
