As we sat and talked, sipping our wine, I couldn’t help but be reminded of some of the memories we had shared ever since we met. While Jace was refilling my wineglass, a smile crossed my lips at a particularly sweet memory . . .You doing better?” Jace asked, his gaze moving over me.

I bit my lip and nodded. “I guess it was obvious I was freaking out before, huh?”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“What?” I murmured.

“Any of this. We can go back to pretending this chemistry buzzing between us doesn’t exist. I won’t pressure you.”

His words should have calmed me, but instead they irritated,...