He sets two pillows up for me to lean back against. “Thanks, J.”
He kisses my temple and I half heartedly try to push him away.
“You’ll get sick,” I mutter.
“I don’t care.” J dismisses me feeble attempts to avoid spreading this painful illness.
But I care. I pout but he doesn’t move away. If anything he gets closer.
Now that I’m sitting up, it’s kind of hot.
“Here.” Jace produces a hair tie and tells me to turn to the side. His fingers feel so nice as he puts my hair in a low messy bun.
“I’m so glad you’re a mind reader,” I tell him, dazily.
Jace huffs in laughter. “No problem, Ro.”
I kick off the blankets, letting them tangle at the end of the bed. I debate whether it would be weird to take my pants off. They’re long and hot.
A headache washes over me and I wince at the sharp pain in my head.
“I’ll go get you something to eat so you can go back to sleep.” Alec goes to get up. I grab his hand. He looks at me in confusion. I squeeze his hand and it hurts my whole arm.
“Thank you,” I say tiredly. Alec smiles and leans down, pressing a kiss on my forehead.
I lay my head on Jace’s shoulder, watching Alec as he disappears out the door.
J’s strong arm wraps around my shoulders. I curl into him, feeling his heartbeat under me.
The splitting headache seems to part when my head’s supported.
I’m a little cold but I am not moving.
“I’m sorry, Jace.”
J jolts in surprise. I feel him look down at me. “What for?”
“I yelled at you guys,” I say in a small voice. “You were just concerned and care about me. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Rory,” Jace says softly. I don’t know why but it makes tears glisten in my eyes.
“Fuck, Rory, don’t cry.” In one swift movement, Jace has me in his lap. It makes my head spin a little and my bones ache but I need to be closer to him.
I bury my face into his neck, waiting for J to tell me something like he’s upset but he still loves me.
“I’m not going to tell you that.”
Huh? “What?” I sniffle, pulling back to meet his grey eyes.
Jace tucks some loose hair behind my ear before cupping my face. “I’m not going to tell you I was upset because you were right, Ro.”
I said that out loud…
“If you trust King then you clearly have a good reason for that and we were wrong to try and decide what you needed. We’ve all heard stories about King but the same could be said for Luc and we trust him.”
Jace’s fingers gently brush downward strokes on my cheek and I fight to not turn into a puddle.
“I’m sorry, Ro.” He stares straight into my eyes with such gentleness that the waterworks start up again.
