Naomi stood by the door watching Jace hold Belle's hand. The warmth in her chest had nothing to do with any buff and everything to do with wanting to throw something at Belle's perfectly styled blue hair.
Belle made a sound.
Not a quiet sound. Not an inside voice sound. A sound that belonged in a completely different context.
Naomi's fingers dug into her palm.
"Oh god," Belle said. Her other hand shot out and grabbed Jace's forearm. "That's, that's really."
Her voice climbed higher.
Jace kept his expression neutral. Professional. Like he was conducting a science experiment instead of making Belle sound like that.
Belle's grip on his arm tightened. Her nails left little crescent marks on his skin. "More. Can you, can you go higher."
No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just Belle asking for exactly what she wanted the way she always did.
Naomi's jaw hurt from clenching.
