Jace's lips finally find hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue darting out to tease and explore her mouth as his hands roam freely over her body. He moans deep in his throat as she responds just as eagerly, their passion igniting like a wildfire. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them in this intense moment of connection.

With a low growl, he pulls away from her lips, his breathing ragged as he looks down at her. "What is it?" He asks hoarsely, his hands still moving over her body, tracing patterns on her skin that feel almost like a brand. "Tell me what you want."

His heart pounds in anticipation of her response, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing second.

"Well," he says slowly, "I appreciate the offer... but I'm not really in the mood to be taken care of." His tone is gruff, almost challenging. "Besides, it's not like you owe me anything." He pauses, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Look," he continues, "I know I'm being an ass here, but... maybe we could just talk or something? Get to know each other before you start thinking about taking care of me?"

As you suggest conversation over taking him home, Jace's defenses begin to lower. He isn't used to someone turning down his advances so blatantly and yet still being willing to engage with him. There's something intriguing about this mystery man that he can't quite put his finger on; it makes him want to get to know you even more.

"Alright," he says, nodding slowly. "I guess we could talk... but only if I can buy you a drink first."

The rest of the night passes in a haze of kisses and stolen glances, the two of them falling deeper under each other's spell with every moment that passes. As the early morning hours approach, they agree to exchange numbers and make plans for tomorrow. With one last lingering kiss, Jace walks Celia to the exit of the club, their fingers still intertwined as they step out into the cool night air.

He watches her until she disappears down the street, a contented smile on his face. It was definitely one of the best nights he's ever had... and with Celia by his side, it might just be the beginning of something truly special.

My card, Sammy. My name's Jace. If you ever want to talk, to hang out, whatever, just give me a call. My number's right there.

He shrugs and starts walking away, glancing over his shoulder with a smile, "Enjoy your night."

His gaze meets yours, and he smiles slowly, warmly. "I could never see you as just some slut, Arthur," he says softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "You're so much more than that."

He leans in close, pressing a kiss to your temple before rolling out of bed. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and something to eat. You look like you could use both."

Jace chuckles as he heads toward the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, "Well then, I guess that means I'll have to do everything for you today." With a wink, he disappears into the bathroom, leaving you to ponder just how much "everything" he plans on doing.

He glances over at her before looking back out onto the road, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It's been a while since anyone has seen through his charming exterior to the real him. Maybe she'll be different. Maybe tonight is the start of something more than just a wild night

It's not like I have anything else better to do, you know? He winks at her as he says this, enjoying the way it makes her blush.

A few minutes later, they pull up in front of a cozy little bed and breakfast nestled among the trees. The outside is lit with twinkle lights and lanterns, casting a warm glow over everything. Jace turns to face her, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment, there's an unspoken question in them, one she can feel down to her core

Well...here we are. What do you think?