Jace

Her gentle knock on my door was hesitant, yet it resonated through me like thunder.

Celeste.

I’d spent the entire day burying myself in books, pretending to be occupied, trying to convince myself I could still play the role of “brother” like nothing had happened.

But the truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss we’d shared, about the way her lips had trembled against mine, the way her eyes had looked at me like I was more than I should ever be to her.

When she ...