I mean, I am a girl, but I’ve never been one to get that fluttery, anticipatory feeling when a guy was around and I was just waiting to catch sight of him. Then I did. My blood pressure spiked. I actually felt it rise like it shot out of a cannon. My pulse began to hammer, and an almost giddy feeling erupted deep in my stomach. I was totally embarrassed. I’d never ever felt like this before. Not even in high school with my first crush, my first boyfriend, or even the first time I had sex. I was usually more cool, more even tempered. Sure, I would get excited to see a guy in the past or someone I really liked. We laughed and had fun together. Sex was always good. Jace was different. He made me feel like a woman in ways I’d never felt before, in ways I thought I never would. I honestly believed growing up under my father’s roof, where it once had been hoped I were a son and not a daughter, influenced me.
