Until I Fall by Alexa Kim (carter reed .TXT) 📖

I went back into the washroom in search of a hair pin for my hair. It was in one of the drawers, which automatically sent suspicious thoughts to my head. Was it Courtney’s? If so, I was happy not to touch it. It could have been like a token to represent their relationship. How in every romance novel, like in Jane Austen’s, the gentlemen cut off a strand of their lover’s hair to keep with them when they go off on a long journey. I don’t think Jace wore hairpins. I tried to picture him with his badass grin, leather jacket, on his motorcycle , and his sweeping hair held back with hairpins. I burst out laughing.

My Jace finally. I grabbed the silver mask with it’s feather and opened the door. There in front of me, stood Jace in a suit. God, he looked hot.

 Jace was staring at me. His eyes soaking all of me in. I could almost feel his eyes peel off the clothes. I saw his face, and it made my heart jump. Jace was staring at me as if he was in awe. He didn’t say anything at first, but then stepped forward and took out the pin from my hair. My hair toppled down my shoulders, and he said, “That’s better.” I could feel my face heating up, as my eyes studied him. He was hot. Jace had a black suit on, with a grey tie. It was my turn to give him the hibbijibbis. I stepped forward, and touched his tie. I loosened it, and took the end of the tie, and blew him a kiss with it. I stared at him to see his reaction, and as if on cue, his eyes changed. His deep blue eyes became darker, and he licked his lips. I bit my lips, and tilted my head in an innocent manner. He grinned, and I smirked.

“Are you cold?”

“Yes.” Jace took off his suit and put it onto my shoulders. Surprised by this gentle like manner, I flushed.“You can be a very good gentleman when you want to. Do it more often.” He chuckled, 

“May I?” He gave me his arm, and I took it. He leaned down and whispered, “Fairly well played game, it almost stopped me from going to the dance.”

We were right in front of the school now. “How much was this dress?”

“Don’t bother trying to repay me.”

“I want to.”

“Repay it by wearing it often, it made you look like an angel. My angel.” my heart warmed at his words, but my heart skipped a beat when he said, ‘My angel’.

Publication Date: 01-07-2015

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Dedication:
This is for my lovely sister