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curling tresses. The moonlight streaming in through the window made the strands and her skin appear almost white. She looked like an angel who’d fallen from heaven and landed in his bedroom.
    Jace cursed at the ceiling, running a hand over his face to stop his wayward thoughts.
    For once in his life, he was going to be a better man, one who deserved the angelic creature lying in his bed. He was ready to try to fit in the box marked Relationship, if it was with her, and only her.
    Jace kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt and watch before nestling into bed beside her, his pants still on and her fully clothed, much to his chagrin.

Chapter 3
    Kenzie felt like steel drums were going off in her head as the first rays of bright morning light penetrated her swollen eyelids. Cursing under her breath, she turned away from the sun, trying to find the peaceful unconsciousness of slumber, not that the headache or the foul taste in her mouth would allow her much peace.
    It took a few moments for her to realize she’d turned up against a massive chest, but as arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, her eyes popped open in surprise. Her sluggish mind raced as fast as it could to recall the events of the night before and determine where the hell she was.
    “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. How’s the head?”
    Once she heard Jace’s low chuckle, everything came back to her in a flood. As she closed her eyes once more, she replayed the most recent events, trying to get the timeline straight. The last thing she recalled was feeling sleepy as he massaged her.
    Had they had sex?
    She realized she was still fully clothed and nothing felt used and abused, other than her head and her stomach, and that was of her own doing. She’d come here with plans of being sexually fulfilled and then slinking out on a ride of shame. Why hadn’t he held up his end of the bargain?
    The room began to spin as she lifted her head, and she moaned, lowering it back down.
    “Let me get you some hot tea and Tylenol.” He slowly pulled his arm from below her head and rose from the bed, dropping a kiss on her aching forehead. “Rest up; I’ll be right back.”
    She screwed her eyes tight, not wanting to see him at all. Shame filled her for having begged him to fuck her. Yet she almost felt worse that he hadn’t followed through. Perhaps she’d been right the night before, and he hadn’t wanted her. She wasn’t a woman who chased after a man who wasn’t interested.
    Rising from the bed, she took note of the immaculate space. The sparse room was incredibly tidy, surprising her a bit. Not only was it spotless, but it was also completely organized, as if he had a little bit of compulsion. She had noticed his clothes were always clean and pressed. He was always flawless, no stray hairs out of place.
    Her house was fairly clean, but she had tons of books and tchotchkes all over from her many trips with her friends over the years, and as much as she worked, sometimes the dust bunnies won. But his space was almost too neat, with nothing personal to show what he liked or who he was. It made her want to mess him up. She thought back to the night before when he’d dropped his keys and fumbled for them on the patio. She’d seen a tiny crack in his veneer, and it had made him appear less perfect, more human. But that crack was too small. He still felt slightly inhuman .
    Now that the morning had come, along with the expected hangover, she needed to get the hell out of Dodge, with its immaculate absence of personality. She rose shakily after throwing her legs over the side of the bed, her knees feeling like rubber. She was still completely dressed as she looked down at herself, although she was minus her shoes, which she spied right beside the bed.
    Noting a bathroom, she bustled inside and rinsed her mouth out, sneaking a little of his mouthwash to get rid of the bitter taste. She stood for a second, staring at her reflection, amazed at how bad she