Jace looked up and down her body. The moonlight from the window shone straight onto her, making her glow. He looked from the fan of red hair spread out over her pillow, down to the sweatshorts on her hips that had a silver star embroidered on the edge of the cloth, which rested lightly on her thigh. Jace itched to touch it, he hadn't even noticed it before. But he fought his desires, and kept his hands on her arms and neck, no where else was safe, for her or for him.
He watched her chest rise and fall with her steady breathing, and had to close his eyes so that he wouldn't pull her on top of him. He couldn't do that. He couldn't do anymore than what she asked, because he had promised himself he would never, never hurt her again. For the first time in his life, he was putting what he wanted aside, with great struggle he might add, and giving someone else what they needed. That someone else was her.