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!
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers
