Tabitha’s POV

“Here, let me help you…” he says and takes my foot, cradling it on his knee to take care of the straps.

A shiver slips down my spine before I can stop it. My hand hangs midair as his fingers close around my ankle. Jace’s skin feels warm against mine, rougher than I expected. I should tell him I can manage, but the words don’t come out. My thoughts scatter, replaced by the steady drag of his thumb as he undoes the strap.

“Oh boy…” Evelyn groans dramatically beside. “Unbelievable. My brother won’t even give me the last pizza slice, and here’s your stepbrother, helping you put on...