Chapter 3

• Amy
• What the hell just happened? I just accepted to spend my day with Jace, that's it. What about the book I have to edit on my computer? I will surely need a lot of catching up to do after this. I can't just turn him down after showing up at my apartment early in the morning. I have to loosen up. I can't just keep myself locked up in this apartment with my thoughts running wild about dimpled cheeks when I can spend the day watching them. I don't want to live in hiding anymore.
• "I thought you wouldn't come out of there," Jace says as I meet him where I left him out of the apartment.
• "What did you think I was doing?" I ask out of mere curiosity.
• "Having second thoughts," he replies.
• "That crossed my mind," I tell him.
• "But you still came?"
• "Yes, for some strange reason I like your company," I tell him and he chuckles lightly. We begin walking across the street.
• "Where do you want to go?" he asks.
• "Where were you planning on taking me?" I ask.
• "I could take you to lots of places," he says.
• "Such as..." I press.
• "The woods," he replies with a smirk.
• "I thought they were out of bounds," I reply with an equal smirk.
• "Are you smirking at me?" he asks while cocking his head to one side.
• "I hope so," I reply
• "I thought I am the one who does that," he smiles.
• "Who said you could and I couldn't?" I say.
• "Are we going to stand here all day and give each other comebacks or what?" he inquires. I just smile.
• The morning air is refreshing. It isn't that early though. The small town looks busy and everyone is going about their own businesses. I can't help but admire the beauty of the town. I have been in the town for over a month but walking around it with Jace by my side is a thousand times better.
• Jace being Jace, he keeps giving the strangest descriptions of places making me smile the whole time and my cheeks hurt. He seems very farmiliar with this place.
• "How long have you lived here?" I can't help but ask.
• "Since I was born," he replies.
• "No doubt you are very farmiliar with this place," I say.
• "Unlike you who was walking herself into the woods," he says with a raised eyebrow. I swat his arm.
• "Will you give that up. What's with you and those woods?" I ask.
• "We're you never warned about dangerous creatures that lives in woods?"
• "What kind of creatures could possibly live near this town?"
• "A lot," he replies.
• "You mean like wolves and hyenas?" I ask with a laugh.
• "Yes, but hyenas excluded. I haven't seen any around this place," he replies with a serious tone that makes me want to roll my eyes.
• "Wolves? Like normal wolves or werewolves? Which ones have you seen?"
• "Both," he says.
• "You've ever seen a werewolf. Like those from the novels and TV?" I ask.
• "Yes but more realistic," he replies.
• "Oh, maybe I should be more careful this time," I say sarcastically.
• "You have no regard for your personal safety, " he says as he shakes his head.
• "So you mean I could have been eaten by a wolf or something," I say.
• "Yes," he replies.
• "Are they that dangerous?" I ask.
• "Some yes," he says. "Others are good wolves."
• "How do you know that?" I ask.
• "I was raised by a park of wolves," he says with a grin.
• "Like for real?"
• "Yes," his face is serious. Jace jokes a lot and it's very confusing for me to know whether he is serious or not. This whole wolf thing is giving me chills. How can a human being be raised by a park of wolves?
• "You are overthinking the situation," Jace breaks through my reverie.
• "No I am not," I lie.
• "Your nose has become longer," he says with a dimpled smile. I am tempted to look at my nose which is ofcourse the normal size.
• "Pinocchio?" I raise a brow at him.
• "Hey, I also read some books," he says.
• "I can see that," I say.
• "Do you want to have some late breakfast?" he asks. "I know a great place."
• "Sure," I reply.
• The restaurant was a nice place and the food was amazing. I have to note it down so that I can come here more often.
• "I had a nice time," I tell Jace as we walk back to the apartment.
• "Me too," he replies.
• "We should go back another time. it will be my treat this time," I tell him in hopes of getting to spend with him some time after today.
• "Sure," he says. I almost jump about out of excitement but I manage to keep my cool.
• "Okay," I say with a smile.
• "Do you want to go home now," he asks. Oh, no. I thought we were going to spend the whole day together.
• "It's still early," I say.
• "It is. Where do you want to go?" he asks.
• "Anywhere," I say. A smile covers his face and his dimples show. I hope I didn't sound too desperate.
• "Anywhere, Amy? Are you sure?" I can imagine different locations running in his mind.
• "Show me where you live," I say.
• "Are you sure? I told you I was raised by a pack of wolves," he says.
• "Wolves or people, I don't care," I say with a shrug.
• "Okay, it's your funeral," he chuckles.
• "I don't they will be as savage as you make them sound," I tell him.
• "I never said they were savages," he says.
• "That is the picture you gave me," I tell him.
• "I am not to blame for what pictures your mind makes out of situations," he says flatly.
• "Do you really have to call your family a pack of wolves?" I ask.
• "That is what they are," his tone is serious. I just roll my eyes at his seriousness.