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The quiet between them wasn't awkward-it was warm.
Zara lay tucked into Jace's side on his couch, the low hum of music filling the space. No words, just fingers tracing lazy patterns on bare skin. Her cheek rested against his chest, steady rising and falling. The soft scent of cedarwood lingered on his shirt.
"You're sure you want to stay?" Jac