003. Only Pretending {Jace/Aline}

Jace's hands were rough and desperate on her skin – all wrong; he could feel the raised scars of her runes and he didn't want them, he didn't want a warrior girl, he wanted an artist, soft and smooth and smelling of oranges and Brooklyn. He didn't want short, sleek hair brushing his cheek; he wanted long, slippery curls tucked beneath his chin, little lips brushing at the hollow of his throat. He closed his teeth over the curve of Aline's shoulder to keep another girl's name out of his mouth… and he had no idea Aline was doing the same.