We stay in bed for the next hour, before we finally get up and shower. We take our time, carefully cleaning the other. Before this morning, Jace and I had never taken our time like that before. I guess it was the difference between having sex and making love. Not that we don't love each other; I mean, he tells me how he feels about me a thousand times a day- probably more. I don't know what really changed.
"I guess I feel kind of bad... " He begins, with a grin, "We haven't been out since we got here. I would hate for you think that I'm only interested in fucking you senseless"
I feel my cheeks warm instantly. "Well then take me somewhere" I tell him boldly "And I don't mean to bed.", I add as an afterthought.
"I was hoping you were going to say that" he says brightly as he exits the room, "get dressed and meet me by the elevator in 15 minutes! I'm going to get the others!" He calls over his shoulder.
What the hell is he planning?
