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!
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear
