He looked discomfited. He sighed again and then ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It fell back over his forehead and this time she did reach up to smooth it. His gaze softened when she touched him, almost as if she'd given him much-needed reassurance.
"The first thing you have to understand is that Ash and I . . ." He broke off. "Jesus, there's no way to say this without it sounding all sorts of fucked up."
"Just say it," she urged. "I'm not going to be angry. How could I be? You don't hold my past against me. How could I hold yours against you?"
"You're so damn sweet," Jace murmured. "I don't how I got so lucky. When I think what would have happened if I hadn't seen you that night. If I hadn't found you at the shelter . . . It guts me, Bethany."
