𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐢𝐱|"Nobody else would've"

"You're so annoying. Like actually. I didn't think you could get any more annoying." Ace groans, rolling over on to his side.

We made it back to the house after what happened earlier. The bastard managed to escape without any tracks left of him. But when I do find him he better pray that his death is quick and painless.

Ace is on bed rest under my rules because the motherfucker has several injuries. He shouldn't of protected me from that and I've told him that so many times but he keeps telling me to shut up or that he'd do it again if he had to. Psycho.

"If you don't eat this then I'll shove it down your throat." I grit out, glaring at him.

I brought him dinner because I kinda feel bad that he's stuck in a bed because of me. Being the stubborn ass he is, he won't eat it.

"I don't want it." He grumbles into the pillow.

Thinking about shoving a strawberry down his fucking throat instead. Annoying piece of shit.

"I'll give you one kiss." I try and bribe him.

"Two." He says.

"One."

"Three."

"One."

"Four."

"One."

"One." He repeats.

"Five." I slap my hand over my mouth, "That's not fair you tricked me." I grumble.

He turns over to me, smirking, revealing one of his dimples, "It's very fair now pay up, love."

"Then you'll eat this?" I raise an eyebrow, gesturing towards the food on the plate.

"I'll eat the damn food now kiss me." He grips on to my hips gently and pulls me down to him.

Rolling my eyes, I cup his cheeks, his stubble feeling rough under my fingers. We hold eye contact before I lean closer, our faces now inches away from each other's. His minty breath fans against my cheeks as I lean up and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

Moving away from his forehead, I kiss the tip of his nose. Then both of his cheeks as his eyes flutter close. I place one last kiss to the corner of his mouth, noticing him swallowing the lump in his throat.

When I move away from him, my lips curve upwards seeing his pink cheeks. He slowly reopens his eyes, connecting them with mine before they dart down to my lips.

He licks his lips and inhales deeply, "Do you have any fucking idea how much I want to kiss you right now?" He asks, staring me down.

"Yes." I say, rolling my eyes, "Please don't."

"I won't. At least not until you ask me to." He smirks.

"That will never happen." I reply flatly.

His eyes darken and his mouth melts into a wicked grin, "It will." He replies, "You'll hate yourself for it but it will happen because you want it as much as I do. Don't you?"