Share a laugh with Jace.

?A little over-the-top, isn't he,? Jace chuckles, sitting on the bed and kicking off her shoes.

?I don't think you'll have to worry much about him. He's just a bag of hot air,? you say and suddenly notice Jace is unbuttoning her sweater.

?Speaking of hot air, this weather is killing me. In Alaska, the Eskimos have a name for it. I don't know what the word is, but it means sizzling polar bear.? She explains she's from a small town north of Anchorage, where her father works as a conservationist. You aren't listening though. Under her sweater, sweat marks on her tight T-shirt emphasize the swell of her breasts. She lays back, still talking, and her shirt comes up, revealing slim but muscular abs. What the hell is wrong with you? Listen!

?. . . and that's the story of how my dad prevented the Eskimos from weaponizing polar bears and invading Canada. Like it?? She says, suddenly looking up at you. Her hair is a little disheveled, but her eyes pierce through you like she really really cares what you say.

?Fascinating,? you say Spock-like, raising an eyebrow.

?Fuck you, asshole,? she laughs and throws a teddy bear at you from one of her boxes. You throw it back, and thus begins your tradition of play-fighting. Pillows are thrown, insults hurled, fun is had by all.