Chapter 67
JACE MARINO
I never wanted to leave that room.
Julian was still warm from the shower, still catching his breath,(things got heated again this morning)still looking at me like he was trying to memorize every inch of my face. If I could've kept him there, wrapped in towels and quiet sunlight, I would have. The world felt far away. Too far to touch us.
But it didn't stay away.
It never does.
I heard voices downstairs. Not loud or urgent. Just movement. The house shifting because other people lived here too and life didn't wait for us to finish being human.
Julian leaned his head on my chest. I held him there, one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his waist.
"We should go down," he said.
"Do we have to?" I whispered.
He smiled against my skin. "If we don't, they'll come looking for us."
