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Jace's POV 

I turned the corner, my back pressed up against the wall, checking both ways before running and crouching behind the couch. Light footsteps echoed through the deadly silent house. The person was trying to be discrete, but they had not tried hard enough, I heard them. I quickly peeped over the edge of the seat at an attempt to figure out who it was. I just about caught the curtain moving.

Still crouched, I sneaked over to the couch that was closest to the curtain.

With one quick movement of my hand, I pulled the curtain backwards and I was met with a pair of deep brown eyes.

I smiled at Ivy as she mischievously grinned back.

She had stayed the night last night in my bed, waking up next to her this morning.

I woke up before her this morning. I watched as she laid so peacefully next to me, her chest slowly moving up and down. I traced her perfect features with my finger, memorising every single aspect of her face. She had her beautiful curls encased in a pair of Skylar's tights, protected from messing them up in her sleep. Ivy insisted that she looked stupid and for me to not look at her, but I couldn't resist. She was the most breath-taking woman I had ever met; inside and out. I tucked a loose curl that had fallen out of the tights in the night behind her ear.

I was carefully trying not to disturb her rest, so when she began to stir, I kissed her on the forehead and went downstairs.

This morning, I had remembered that she eats two pieces of toast for breakfast, both topped with strawberry jam. I walked out to my car and went into the boot. Before I picked her up yesterday, I went and bought the jam she likes with the hope that she would stay. I had to go to five fucking different shops for the shitting stuff, but I didn't mind. It was for her.

When she had first walked down the stairs in this morning, she was wearing a pair of my shorts and one of my tops. My clothes looked fucking good on her, better than I had imagined. So, when I was now stood in front of her, stood in front of the window, her still dressed in my clothes, all rationality left my head.

Ivy, Skylar and I had all been playing with the toy guns I found earlier on in the day. Skylar and Ivy had teamed up against me but right now, all I could focus on was her.

I dropped the toy gun that was in my hand on the chair behind me and took a step towards her.

She took one back. Her head turned as she realised her back was pressed up against the window.

She turned back to me and her hypnotising eyes were wearily staring at me.

I took another step forward.

Her breathing became heavier when I raised my arms to either side of her, my hands on the window behind her, trapping her to her position.

I observed as her eyes glanced to my lips. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked me dead in the eye. She no longer looked confused. No, that was replaced with a strong and confident stare. The type that fucks you up.

My peripheral vision caught that sight of her hand moving up.

Ivy placed her hands on my chest, her fucking beautiful eyes feeling like they were looking through my soul. Her eyes dropped to her hand when she used her slender finder to trace a heart exactly where my heart was beating erratically for her. My skin burned against her hand. I intensely watched her face as she placed the palm of her hand flat against my chest.

She leaned in closer to my face, snaking her arms around my neck. She brushed her lips lightly against my own. She leaned forward, her irresistible figure against my body. I felt her cool breath on my ear before her soft voice spoke.

"Gotcha," she slowly whispered into my ear. She pulled away from me. She winked at me, a playful smile on her lips when she moved my arm and walked away.

What the fuck?

I twisted my body in the direction that she had walked off. Skylar and Ivy were both standing together, Skylar pointing her gun at me. Sky shot me and immediately started dancing, messing around with Ivy.

Well played.

I left the two of them dancing and chanting in the living room to celebrate their 'victory' and ran upstairs to have a shower.

When I cut the water from running, the first thing I noticed was the sound of a phone ringing. The ringtone was unfamiliar, so I knew it wasn't mine. Who's the fuck was it then?

It was Ivy's.

With a grey towel wrapped around my waist, I stared at the phone as it rang. An unsaved number flashed on the screen of her phone. I unplugged the charger and held it in my hand as it rang.

No, I shouldn't. I shouldn't break her trust like that, so I ignored it.

The ringing finally ceased and showed her screensaver. It was a picture of Ivy and her friends laughing at something. But one thing in particular caught my eye.

Lucas.

His arm was wrapped around her waist the same way mine does. I knew that their relationship was purely friendship, but I couldn't escape the feeling of jealousy that was dangerously crawling up my back.

Yes, I was jealous. He has known her for a long time and knows a hell of a lot more about her than I do and that fucking pissed me off. Lucas is probably the person she goes to when something goes wrong – when she is vulnerable and as a guy myself, I know how relationships like that usually turn out. I was in one.

The longer I stood there looking at the photo, the more pissed off I felt. It was like self-torture.

I threw the phone on the bed and went back into the bathroom. I couldn't take it anymore. Lucas wasn't the reason I was getting so aggravated; the thought of Ivy being with someone else was. Someone kissing her, holding her, comforting her was. The thought of someone else doing all the shit I was supposed to do with her was what lit a fire inside me that had been out for years.

I needed to speak to her, but I couldn't. She can read me like a book and I didn't want her to worry.

I looked in the mirror and calmed myself down. I needed to get my shit together. But then the phone rang again.

I answered it.

Whoever the fuck this was wasn't leaving her alone.

"What?" I spat. I was coming across more aggressive than I had intended but I needed to know who was ringing. A male voice spoke up from the other end.

"Who is this?" The thick British accent threw me off completely.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Is this not Ivy Smith's phone number?"

"Yes."

"Well, who are you then?" Why was this guy so inquisitive?

"Her boyfriend." I wasn't completely sure why I had lied saying that I was her boyfriend. Maybe I thought that the guy would back down if he knew she was already taken.

There was complete silence. "Who are you?"

"Someone she probably doesn't even want to know," they replied, sounding disappointed. What's that supposed to mean?

"Jace!" Ivy's voice echoed from downstairs.

"One second, babe," I laughed, knowing that it'll annoy her that I called her that.

"Jace! What did I say about calling me that?" She called upstairs before I heard her walk away from where she was standing.

I turned my attention back to the phone in my hand. What did he mean by 'someone she probably doesn't want to know'?

"If she doesn't want to know you then take the hint and never call again." With that, I hung up the phone. At first, I wasn't sure if I should tell Ivy about what just happened, but it felt wrong not to. Soo, I got dressed and made my way to tell her.