Jace was deep in sleep when I woke up. I sat up and looked at him. Even in sleep, he was not fully at rest. It bothered me to see him like this.
I thought that last night would help him ease his stress but it seemed like it was only momentary.
I sighed softly, running a finger over his slick dark hair that fell to his forehead. His forehead scrunched up a bit. I pulled back and let him sleep, fighting the urge to plant a kiss on his forehead.
I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, there I took a warm bath and let my thoughts wander as I washed my hair.
Where was my life going with Jace? Was this all there was? Was I going to be with a man whose life could be snuffed out anytime? Yes anyone could die at anytime but the chances of him dying in a gunfight were 99.9% more than the average person.
