Page 78 of Wanna Bet?

To: My Barista Babe

​I swear to God, if you show up in that little black dress, I’m ripping it off you.

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Jace was so hot. Genuinely, unfairly hot. Myah couldn’t help but stare at him. Who gets to be that hot and have that great of a personality. It was unfair. Maybe not unfair to Myah but, like unfair to everyone else. Maybe unfair to Myah in the way that she would never do better than Jace if this went south. Not that she wanted it to. She definitely didn’t want it to. Jace was that hot. Anxiety inducing-ly hot.

Myah wanted to climb him like a tree. Scratch that. Myah was going to climb him like a tree.

Beyond his physical appearance, Jace was smart, kind, empathetic, shy, and sweet. It was insane. He was driving Myah insane.

And that’s how they ended up in this situation. Again.

Jace and Myah were in Issaky’s GIANT guest bathroom. Well, the bathroom connected to the guest bedroom. The ensuite that appeared to be off limits. And off limits was perfect for what Myah planned to do next. To have sex with Jace at this very busy party.

Myah didn’t know that Issaky and Ellis even knew this many people. Actually, Ellis definitely didn’t know this many people. He appeared very overwhelmed when Myah had tried to start a side conversation earlier. Not that she blamed him, she had taken Jace to a more secluded area of the house the second she thought she could get away with it.

Anyways… Myah had Jace pressed up against the bathroom sink. Bathroom sex was sort of becoming their thing after all. Myah briefly wondered if Jace was into potentially getting caught. Kinky.

They were putting their all into making out with each other. Hands were moving around and Myah was so lost in the sensation that she wasn’t sure whose body parts were whose at this point. Jace had one knee slotted in between her legs, pressing deliciously upwards. It gave her the traction to grind down against him. She could feel how hard he was every time she did it, which sent a thrill through her as heat blossomed at her core. Jace was so hot and it was her that got to see him like this. He had chosen her.

Jace muttered small reassurances every few seconds and it really did it for Myah. Beautiful girl, pretty baby, so gorgeous. Myah wasn’t actually drunk, but hearing those words made her mind go fuzzy in the best way. The more he whispered to her, the faster she moved, riding his thigh completely clothed. They were so frantic that removing their clothes hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“Myahhh,” Jace sang to her. “You look so good like this. Are you getting close?”

Fuck. With that, Myah was coming undone on him. Almost embarrassingly fast.

What was she? A virgin?

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A few hours earlier…

Jace had changed shirts three times. Which was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.

He knew it, the pile of discarded clothes on his bed knew it, the mirror definitely knew it. And yet somehow he was still standing in front of it twenty minutes later trying to decide whether a black Henley made him look confident or like he was trying too hard.

"This is stupid," he muttered.

The mirror offered no helpful feedback.

Tonight wasn't even a date. Not technically. It was just a party. A get-together. A casual evening at Ellis and Issaky's apartment.

At least that was how Issaky had described it. Which should have been the first clue that something was wrong. Because Issaky's version of casual and everyone else's version of casual existed in entirely different universes.

Still, that wasn't why Jace was nervous. He knew exactly why he was nervous. Tonight would be the first time he and Myah attended something together as an actual couple.

Not flirting or dancing around their feelings. Not pretending or wondering. A couple!

The word still felt strange in the best possible way.

His girlfriend. Every time he thought about it, his chest tightened. His girlfriend. After everything they'd gone through, after all the mistakes and hurt and healing, somehow they had made it here. Together.

The thought made him smile.

Eventually he settled on dark jeans, black boots, and the black Henley.

Simple. Comfortable.