she smiled and giggled at the slightest provocation. She felt giddy and strange and every time she touched the phone he’d given her, she looked for a message from Jace.
He didn’t let her down.
He wasn’t able to make it to rehearsals for the rest of the week but he sent her messages throughout the day. The best were the ones with pictures. Various photos of him hiding in the strangest places. Behind a fern in a waiting room, through a fish tank in his hotel lobby, behind a menu at a fancy restaurant. Always only portions of his face with wide scared eyes that made her smile. She’d send back pics of herself peering around doors or looking up into the camera posed in a cupboard. She looked but she never found him.
But he always found her.
He called her each night and they talked until the phone started to die and it chirped at her angrily. Last time he laughed and scolded her that she needed to charge it. She rolled her eyes, searching for the damn cord.
The next day another package arrived. It had seven chargers in it. One for every day of the week.
You’re hilarious, she texted him along with a picture of the opened package.
You’re hopeless. I bet your phone is dying right now, isn’t it?
She glanced down at the screen. At the flashing red bar in the corner.
“Shit,” she muttered.
Nope. Full strength!
Liar, he accused.
Prove it.
I wish I could. I’ve never wished I was there with you more than right now.
Seriously? This is when you want to be live and in person? Not last night around two am when we went on that meandering road trip…
Ah, the Grand Tetons. They’re a national treasure.
I’m pretty partial to Chimney Rock myself.
God, topography has never been so hot.
Will you be at rehearsals tomorrow?
Nothing could keep me away. I haven’t seen your eyes in days and it’s killing me.
You want a picture?
I want you.
She smiled, staring at those three words and biting her lip to keep from making some ridiculous girly sound. It was so surreal. All of it. She couldn’t believe the man on the other side of these texts and phone calls was one of the hottest stars in the world. And he wanted her. He simply fucking wanted her of all people. And he was so real! So amazingly sweet and funny and kind. She was falling for him hard and fast in the scariest and most exhilarating way. She wanted to talk to him every second of every day and when she couldn’t she was thinking about him. Dreaming of him. And he was real. He was real and he could be hers. She could belong to someone.
The thought made her lightheaded.
Runaways don’t belong to anyone. Not even themselves. Family is nothing, friends are fleeting, and even the love she felt for Cameron couldn’t compete with the idea of being claimed by someone the way she wanted Jace to claim her. The way she wanted to claim him. It was wrong how big this felt so fast but it was what she wanted. What she needed.
I want you too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Fuck, it was hard to concentrate with Greer there. He’d never even kissed her but he had vivid images of her in his mind; wet, soapy, breathless, calling his name. Her tits in his face, in his mouth, on his tongue and she was riding him like she was trying to break him. And dammit, he wanted her to.
She was in the mirror right behind him and he had to focus on the others to keep from watching her work. She really was a phenomenal dancer, too good for the chorus. He watched her move behind him and wondered what it would be like to always have her there. Could he hire her and bring her with him? It was crazy and rash, but she made him feel that way. She made him feel alive.
She smiled at him now, her face flushed from the dance and he smiled back. Not grinned or smirked, but smiled. He’d laughed that day and not just at her. He laughed because things were funny. Because he was having fun.
When was the last time he’d felt that way?
“That’s lunch, everyone!” Bryant called, clapping Jace on
He didn’t let her down.
He wasn’t able to make it to rehearsals for the rest of the week but he sent her messages throughout the day. The best were the ones with pictures. Various photos of him hiding in the strangest places. Behind a fern in a waiting room, through a fish tank in his hotel lobby, behind a menu at a fancy restaurant. Always only portions of his face with wide scared eyes that made her smile. She’d send back pics of herself peering around doors or looking up into the camera posed in a cupboard. She looked but she never found him.
But he always found her.
He called her each night and they talked until the phone started to die and it chirped at her angrily. Last time he laughed and scolded her that she needed to charge it. She rolled her eyes, searching for the damn cord.
The next day another package arrived. It had seven chargers in it. One for every day of the week.
You’re hilarious, she texted him along with a picture of the opened package.
You’re hopeless. I bet your phone is dying right now, isn’t it?
She glanced down at the screen. At the flashing red bar in the corner.
“Shit,” she muttered.
Nope. Full strength!
Liar, he accused.
Prove it.
I wish I could. I’ve never wished I was there with you more than right now.
Seriously? This is when you want to be live and in person? Not last night around two am when we went on that meandering road trip…
Ah, the Grand Tetons. They’re a national treasure.
I’m pretty partial to Chimney Rock myself.
God, topography has never been so hot.
Will you be at rehearsals tomorrow?
Nothing could keep me away. I haven’t seen your eyes in days and it’s killing me.
You want a picture?
I want you.
She smiled, staring at those three words and biting her lip to keep from making some ridiculous girly sound. It was so surreal. All of it. She couldn’t believe the man on the other side of these texts and phone calls was one of the hottest stars in the world. And he wanted her. He simply fucking wanted her of all people. And he was so real! So amazingly sweet and funny and kind. She was falling for him hard and fast in the scariest and most exhilarating way. She wanted to talk to him every second of every day and when she couldn’t she was thinking about him. Dreaming of him. And he was real. He was real and he could be hers. She could belong to someone.
The thought made her lightheaded.
Runaways don’t belong to anyone. Not even themselves. Family is nothing, friends are fleeting, and even the love she felt for Cameron couldn’t compete with the idea of being claimed by someone the way she wanted Jace to claim her. The way she wanted to claim him. It was wrong how big this felt so fast but it was what she wanted. What she needed.
I want you too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Fuck, it was hard to concentrate with Greer there. He’d never even kissed her but he had vivid images of her in his mind; wet, soapy, breathless, calling his name. Her tits in his face, in his mouth, on his tongue and she was riding him like she was trying to break him. And dammit, he wanted her to.
She was in the mirror right behind him and he had to focus on the others to keep from watching her work. She really was a phenomenal dancer, too good for the chorus. He watched her move behind him and wondered what it would be like to always have her there. Could he hire her and bring her with him? It was crazy and rash, but she made him feel that way. She made him feel alive.
She smiled at him now, her face flushed from the dance and he smiled back. Not grinned or smirked, but smiled. He’d laughed that day and not just at her. He laughed because things were funny. Because he was having fun.
When was the last time he’d felt that way?
“That’s lunch, everyone!” Bryant called, clapping Jace on
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