Sending him a look, Jace shakes his head and turns back to Rayah, laying beside her and slipping a hand under her shirt to touch her slightly raised stomach.
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
I tense when he puts my hand up my shirt. I relax when he just touches my stomach. "I thought you were gonna do something else there, Jace." I breathed, chuckling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)
