The car ride home had been a slow, torturous thing. Not because Jace wasn’t talking—oh no, he had been talking, all casual and smooth, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh like it belonged there. Like he didn’t just drop a whole emotional bomb on me back at dinner. Like he didn’t just confess, get on his knees, and basically destroy every last bit of my self-control.
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hello memories
waiting for the next update/Smile/
2025-03-30
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saku
eyes to eyes 👀
2025-03-31
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chocoooooo
update more
2025-03-30
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