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Authors: Melanie Shawn
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to get attacked. Not physically, anyway.
The corners of my lips pulled up and I touched the dip in his arm just below his bicep. It was quickly becoming my favorite place to touch him. Trying to help him relax, I teased, “At ease, soldier. It’s just a little stone, crystal, paint, and wood. We’re in Malibu. We’re not at war.”
“We are in Malibu,” he agreed good-naturedly, a wide grin on his face as he continued his visual recon. Then, as he turned to me, his face turned more serious. “But I’m not so sure we’re not at war.”
“Yeah,” I sighed in resignation, stopping on the bottom of the staircase.
I’d been thinking I would talk to him tonight after dinner, but it was probably best to get what I had to say out now. Who knew what would happen at dinner? And I needed to prepare Jace. It was only fair. I’d seen the way he’d tried to tell my mother what he saw in me after she’d explained his attraction to me as a fetish, and as much as I appreciated the effort, I knew it was totally in vain.
“You’re probably right. And the only way that I know how to get through it relatively unscathed is by taking the path of least resistance. As much as you may want to retaliate, to defend me, I’m asking you to resist the urge to engage with my mother or anyone who works for her. I know that you are only doing it because you want to protect me, and I appreciate it more than you could possibly know, but I promise I’ll be fine. You don’t have to stand up for me, it won’t make a bit of difference, and it could cause a whole crazy storm to blow through that I know neither of us wants to be caught in the middle of.”
Jace did not seem happy as he stared down at me. His jaw ticked, his nostrils flared, and his baby blue eyes darkened. Anger radiated off of him in waves. I recognized his stance, his expression. I’d seen him look at Natalya like that, and at the creep that tried, a little too forcefully, to hit on me at the coffee shop back in Arcata, but this was the first time he’d ever looked angry at me . I started to feel panic bubbling up inside me, and I tried to play back what I’d said to him that could possibly have caused him to be instantaneously upset with me.
Had I been too bossy?
Did he not like me telling him what to do?
Oh, no!
Did he think I was being controlling like Natalya?
The vein in Jace’s neck that only showed up when he was pissed or when he was turned on popped out in 3D as he inhaled loudly through his nose. His voice was calm, deadly calm, as he spoke. “I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stand by quietly if someone, anyone , puts you down. I love you. You’re mine and I protect what’s mine. But the last thing I would ever want to do is upset you or make things worse for you, so I will promise you that I’ll try . That’s the best I can do.”
His expression, his voice, his eyes all told the same story. It was killing him to even make that much of a concession. But, he was doing it, for me.
Tears welled in my eyes. Instead of answering Jace, I threw my arms around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck. He pulled me against his strong, muscled body and I let myself lean into his strength for a minute. It still amazed me that I had gotten so lucky, but not just because of the things my mother had pointed out. Jace was so much more than a pretty face. He was loyal, protective, loving. I hadn’t even known that guys like him existed in real life.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my mouth brushing the vein protruding from his neck. It pulsed beneath my lips, and a full body shiver ran from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I added the vein on his neck to my new list that was growing every day: Sexy Things About Jace. #64 – vein on neck.
I heard a low groan rumble in his chest and knew that, if we didn’t break this up, what had started out as an innocent hug to show Jace just how happy he’d made me would quickly spiral into
The corners of my lips pulled up and I touched the dip in his arm just below his bicep. It was quickly becoming my favorite place to touch him. Trying to help him relax, I teased, “At ease, soldier. It’s just a little stone, crystal, paint, and wood. We’re in Malibu. We’re not at war.”
“We are in Malibu,” he agreed good-naturedly, a wide grin on his face as he continued his visual recon. Then, as he turned to me, his face turned more serious. “But I’m not so sure we’re not at war.”
“Yeah,” I sighed in resignation, stopping on the bottom of the staircase.
I’d been thinking I would talk to him tonight after dinner, but it was probably best to get what I had to say out now. Who knew what would happen at dinner? And I needed to prepare Jace. It was only fair. I’d seen the way he’d tried to tell my mother what he saw in me after she’d explained his attraction to me as a fetish, and as much as I appreciated the effort, I knew it was totally in vain.
“You’re probably right. And the only way that I know how to get through it relatively unscathed is by taking the path of least resistance. As much as you may want to retaliate, to defend me, I’m asking you to resist the urge to engage with my mother or anyone who works for her. I know that you are only doing it because you want to protect me, and I appreciate it more than you could possibly know, but I promise I’ll be fine. You don’t have to stand up for me, it won’t make a bit of difference, and it could cause a whole crazy storm to blow through that I know neither of us wants to be caught in the middle of.”
Jace did not seem happy as he stared down at me. His jaw ticked, his nostrils flared, and his baby blue eyes darkened. Anger radiated off of him in waves. I recognized his stance, his expression. I’d seen him look at Natalya like that, and at the creep that tried, a little too forcefully, to hit on me at the coffee shop back in Arcata, but this was the first time he’d ever looked angry at me . I started to feel panic bubbling up inside me, and I tried to play back what I’d said to him that could possibly have caused him to be instantaneously upset with me.
Had I been too bossy?
Did he not like me telling him what to do?
Oh, no!
Did he think I was being controlling like Natalya?
The vein in Jace’s neck that only showed up when he was pissed or when he was turned on popped out in 3D as he inhaled loudly through his nose. His voice was calm, deadly calm, as he spoke. “I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stand by quietly if someone, anyone , puts you down. I love you. You’re mine and I protect what’s mine. But the last thing I would ever want to do is upset you or make things worse for you, so I will promise you that I’ll try . That’s the best I can do.”
His expression, his voice, his eyes all told the same story. It was killing him to even make that much of a concession. But, he was doing it, for me.
Tears welled in my eyes. Instead of answering Jace, I threw my arms around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck. He pulled me against his strong, muscled body and I let myself lean into his strength for a minute. It still amazed me that I had gotten so lucky, but not just because of the things my mother had pointed out. Jace was so much more than a pretty face. He was loyal, protective, loving. I hadn’t even known that guys like him existed in real life.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my mouth brushing the vein protruding from his neck. It pulsed beneath my lips, and a full body shiver ran from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I added the vein on his neck to my new list that was growing every day: Sexy Things About Jace. #64 – vein on neck.
I heard a low groan rumble in his chest and knew that, if we didn’t break this up, what had started out as an innocent hug to show Jace just how happy he’d made me would quickly spiral into
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