Jace

Jace grinned at how her breathe hitched, "I can tell." He whispered back refering to how she gripped his leg. It pleased him to know how he effected her. After her little stunt he was going to play dirty with her all night. His eyes laid on hers staring with a look of raw, feral desires and a bit of satistfation. He turned from her watching as trays of food came their way. "Our foods here love." Jace murmered to her teasingly. He watched as Morgan loomed his eyes over the waitress like meat. It made him fume but he brushed it off. There was no point. He grabbed Colettes food first passing her chicken alfredo to her. Then he grabbed his staring at the best smelling food ever. "Looks good" He muttered not focusing on the feelings throbbing from his stomach. He rather focused on his hunger, his appitite was small though. Not like he could eat much in this situation. His eyes loomed over on Colette still seeing her eyes stiring with frustation, or perhaps desperation. It made him even more starved. He had her right where he wanted her. Jace jerked as his brother leaned over and stole a fried pickle. "Hey?!," Jace barked turning to bicker with him. His brother already had a mouth full of his own food and Jaces too. "Keep your dirty hands off my food Morgan." He muttered not so bitterly. Focusing back to his food he ate a bit before leaning over to Colette, "Is your food good? It smells good.. Let me have a bite loveee." He slurred his words smirking as he stared at her food quite interested. "You can have some of mine." He refered to his enchilada's. They were good but he wasn't quite hungry. Her food did strike a cord. Or maybe he was just trying to tease her.

Jace

Jace rolled his eyes, watching as she lifted the spoon toward him. "I can get it myself," he muttered softly, though there was a playful glint in his eyes that softened his words. He paused, letting his gaze linger on her for a brief moment, a flicker of something tender flashing across his face. Just for a second, his usual guarded expression melted away, revealing a hint of warmth before he leaned forward and took the bite. As he chewed, he couldn't help but smirk, clearly amused by the small gesture. Jace let the flavor settle on his tongue, savoring it with deliberate slowness, as if he were drawing out every second.

His gaze stayed locked onto hers, refusing to break eye contact. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, a silent challenge mixed with something deeper as he held her stare. When he finally pulled back, he swallowed slowly and tauntingly, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It was as though he wanted her to feel every second of his enjoyment.

"Yours is good; I almost want to steal another bite," Jace murmured, his voice soft and teasing as he leaned in close, his gaze lingering on her in the warm, intimate glow of the restaurant booth. He held her eyes for a moment longer, his smirk deepening, like he was savoring more than just the taste. Just as he was about to reach for another bite, his father’s voice cut through, calling his name from across the table.

With a reluctant sigh, Jace pulled back, settling into the booth with one arm draped along the back, but he kept one hand resting close to hers. He glanced at his father, the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. “We’ve picked out a dress,” he replied, his tone nonchalant, as though the details weren’t all that pressing. “Venue and date?” he shrugged lightly, as if they were mere formalities yet to be decided.

His father turned his attention to Colette, giving her a warm smile. “Have you chosen a color scheme?” he asked, his voice curious.

Jace’s eyes flicked back to her, a spark of intrigue softening his gaze as he watched her reaction. His hand brushed against hers under the table, a subtle, intimate touch as he waited for her answer, his faint smirk telling her he was enjoying this small moment between them—even with his father watching.