My legs are shaking so violently, they barely hold me up, but I manage to make it the short distance to his dresser, pulling open the top drawer and removing a red tie with shaky fingers, returning to Jace. I watch, aching, from the foot of his bed as he positions himself at the slatted headboard, his big, broad shoulders nestling into the pillows. Studying me from beneath hooded eyelids, he crooks a finger and I go, without thinking, crawling on hands and knees in his direction, panting and bare breasted, the tie clutched in my hand.

“Fuck.” He crams the side of his fist against his mouth. “I must...