Tabitha’s POV

Jace is stretched across my bed like he belongs there, one arm tucked under his head and the other wrapped around my pink pillow. His hair is a mess in a rather handsome way. I don’t know how that’s possible but the way his dirty blond strands fall into his eyes makes him look unfairly soft, his mouth slightly open as a quiet sound slips out with every slow breath.

Those sounds… I think he’s snoring. I snort. Of course, he does.

I stare at him longer than I should. He looks annoyingly peaceful, and the sight of him clutching my pillow like it is some kind of...