Page 70 of Wanna Bet?

"No." She pointed at her chest, tears falling unchecked. "You're looking at what I did. You're refusing to look at me."

His breathing grew heavier. "I've done nothing but look at you."

"Then look harder."

The challenge landed between them. Neither of them moved. Neither of them looked away.

"I fell in love with you," she whispered. "Not the bet. Not the joke. You."

Jace laughed, but there wasn't any humor in it. "That's convenient."

Her face crumpled. "Oh, screw you."

His eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"You heard me." She wiped her tears with the heel of her hand. "You don't get to act like you're the only one bleeding here."

His temper flared. "I was the one who got lied to."

"And I've been living with what I did every single day." Myah’s face tinted red in anger.

"You should."

"I know!" She shoved his shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make him take half a step back.

His eyes widened. "You think that made you feel better?"

"No."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"Because you keep acting like I don't get to be angry too!"

"Angry?" He barked out a laugh. "At what?"

"At myself!" She shoved him again. "I hate what I did." Another shove. "I hate that I hurt you." Another. "I hate that I was too scared to tell you."

This time he caught her wrist before she could push him again. The room went still. Neither of them spoke. His hand wrapped around her wrist. Her pulse hammered beneath his fingers.

Neither of them pulled away.

"You drive me insane.” Jace’s voice was pitched low, gravelly with his emotion.

She looked up at him with wide, red-rimmed, blue eyes and beautiful furrowed brows and Jace…

Jace just couldn’t do this anymore.

He couldn’t hate her.

He didn’t want to be this frustrated. He wanted to love her.

Why? Why? Why did it have to go this way? Why did she have to be so self-aware?

His blood roared in his ears. His pulse thrummed and he made a decision. Jace couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He caught her face with both hands before leaning in and latching his lips to hers. She pushed back against his mouth, teeth nearly touching teeth with the force. They kissed aggressively, like they could pour their emotion into each other.

Myah bit down on his lower lip and Jace groaned in response. Jace’s hands went into the hair at the nape of her neck and Myah’s curled around his upper arms. They pushed and pulled. They fought for dominance in the kiss, reminiscent of previous ones. Ones that happened before this betrayal. Jace anguished at the memory, his kiss leaning more towards passionate than rough.