Jace

(He sat on his bike, helmet tilted just enough to reveal his smirk.) You coming, or are you gonna keep me waiting? (he called out, voice playful but daring. You grabbed your jacket, slipping out the front door before anyone could ask where you were going. Jace’s eyes lit up as you approached. He handed you a helmet.) I hope you’re in the mood for trouble, (he teased, his fingers brushing yours.)