That had meant so much more to her than a romp in the hay and until a few seconds ago, she’d thought it meant more to him. She was so fucking naïve. So if that was how he wanted to treat it, she’d have to learn to do it too, or look like a complete fucking idiot. Withdraw, pretend this was just another encounter, that they were having fun. Like he’d done before many times. Coward. Her lack of personal experience in these situations had made her think he meant this to be special, but those words, “Cool fuck, hmm?” as if they’d engaged in nothing more intimate than a game of cards had brought her down to earth with a bump so hard it had taken her breath away. She should know better. She knew how rock stars lived, had seen it in the hotels her father had worked in. A different woman every night, sometimes two or three. Jace probably thought of sex as an amusing pastime, something to share with someone pleasant, a passing pleasure. Her lip curled. She turned the sneer into a smile as she rolled on to her side, but she didn’t snuggle closer.
