Jace's gaze snapped to her, and just like that, the ice in his expression melted and was instantly replaced by an undeniably softer look that also had an element of being both protective and possessive.
"I also want to know the word,"
"You seriously mean you don't remember?" His tone was light, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. Was he playing dumb, or did he actually think I would let it slide? Either way, for the sake of our years of friendship—and to prevent any future "mistakes"—I will make this crystal clear once.
"Alright. What did you just call my girlfriend?"
"What did I just call…. Ah!" exclaimed Fred with wide eyes as soon as it clicked. 'Sweetheart! 'He had called Grace sweetheart. Now that he thought about it he'd used the word not once but twice in a roll.
A slow curse formed in his throat as he cast a guilty look at his friend. He should have known that he was always overprotective of his things and now that he was in love….
