Jace smiles, returning the grip around her. "Yes. Cool. Now relax, star. I wanna sleep." He lays down, pulling her with him, and sets the blanket over them.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott