His hazel eyes have several other brown tones around his irises. Long dark eyelashes frame them along with this black glasses.
I’m not sure if one or both of us has moved but we seem much closer than before. His eyes flick down and I follow his gaze which has mine landing on his lips.
Before I can study them,this, to closely, the bedroom door swings open. We both jump at the loud bang when it hits a box at the door.
“Jace!” I scowl, putting a hand over my heart as I slump back against the headboard.
Jace grins sheepishly in the doorway. “Sorry, Ro.”
The twins race to the bed, Mason manages to beat Mav there without jostling me too much. Jace crawls between my legs, laying his head on my stomach, putting pressure but not hurting my ribs.
Luc tells me to scootch forward and slides in behind me. Jace grumbles at having to move. I snuggle back into Luc’s arms and run my fingers through Jace’s hair when he lays his head back down.
Dom stares at Alec longingly before laying down beside Maverick. I notice that Alec pointedly doesn’t make eye contact with Dominic—the pain too fresh.
“Are we training this afternoon?” Luc throws out. Training for what?
Alec snorts. “You’re not.”
“Come on, dude!” Luc groans from behind me.
“You got shot, Lucifer. You can’t even take the stitches out yet!” Alec throws his hands up, frustrated with his unwilling patient.
Luc tenses behind me and he gasps. “You said they were dissolvable!” He whines and I try not to laugh.
“It’s not funny!” Luc groans again when he sees or ratherfeelsmy shoulders shaking.
Jace lifts his head just to say, “Yeah, it is,” before putting his head back down gently on my stomach.
“You’re scared of getting your stitches taken out?” I ask in disbelief. This is coming from the guy who didn’t even care he was shot.
“No. I’m scared on needles,” Luc says sarcastically.
I look over at Dom incredulously and he nods, a grin dancing on his lips.
“Training for what?” I ask the general group.
“Don’t stop,” Jace mumbles. I realise then I’ve stopped playing with his hair and am brushing my fingers across his cheek. I smile down at him. I’ve missed him. A lot.
All those old feelings are resurfacing and with everything happening, what Alec said about them sharing, I don't know if it's good or bad.
“We’ve all done MMA growing up,” Maverick informs me. “We’re trying to keep up with it now that we’re not going to our usual place.”
"That's cool," I tell them and they all grin. Except Jace, who I suspect of being asleep. He did always fall asleep ridiculously fast. I brush his hair out of the way and grin when I see his eyes closed.
"When can I start again?" Luc asks Alec.
"We'll talk after your stitches are taken out," Alec relents, rolling his eyes.
I lay my head on Luc's chest and look up to see him pouting. For a guy named after the lord of hell, he's surprisingly childish.
Eventually everyone gets up, apparently itching to start training and expel some energy after a few days off.
Jace looks sleepy and grumpy when I wake him up but when I tell them where everyone is, his eyes light up.
I hear Luc scowling behind me and tightens his arms around my waist.
"When did you start MMA?" I ask Jace as he sits up. His face drops.
