[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
Days go by, and I can't forget that intense moment with Ace in his office. Our interactions have changed, with meaningful looks and gentle touches. In class, his gaze often meets mine, making me blush. After class is dismissed, Ace's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Miss Hernandez, could you stay for a moment after class?"
My heart skips a beat, and I nod, my cheeks flushing slightly. As the last student leaves, I approach Ace's desk and his warm gaze meets mine.
"Olivia, I wanted to talk to you about something," he begins, a hint of nervousness in his steady voice, and I swallow, my curiosity growing stronger.
"Of course, Ace. What is it?" I say, and he leans forward slightly, his gaze never wavering from mine.
"I've been wondering if you might be interested in spending more time together outside of class," he says, and my heart quickens as his words register.
Did he just suggest what I think he did?
"I'm definitely interested," I admit, and Ace's lips curve into a faint smile.
"Good to hear," he replies. "I was thinking, perhaps we could grab a coffee or explore a new art gallery together," he suggests and I can hardly contain my enthusiasm.
"That sounds wonderful. I'd love to," I agree, and Ace's smile grows more pronounced.
"Great. How about this weekend? Are you free?"
"Yes, I'm free," I confirm, my excitement now bubbling over.
"I'll come to get you at your place on Saturday,"
"Saturday it is," I reply with a smile.
Just as I turn to leave the studio, Ace's hand gently touches my arm, causing me to look back at him in surprise. Before I can even react, Ace surprises me with a brief but gentle kiss, leaving me wide-eyed and my heart pounding. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.
"I'll see you on Saturday," he says softly, a blend of hope and uncertainty in his voice.
"Y-yeah, Saturday," I manage to reply, my cheeks flushing, my mind still processing the unexpected kiss.
Walking away from his desk, I steal a last glance at Ace before exiting the studio, my heart racing with excitement for the upcoming weekend. With each passing day, thoughts of Ace consume me, distracting from my studies.
Saturday eventually comes with a mix of excitement and nerves. Despite worries and doubts, I'm diving into this with him. Ace makes me feel special, the way he looks at me and brings out feelings I've never experienced before.
Nervous about what to wear for my time with Ace, I consider a sexy look but prioritize comfort. So, I opt for a cute navy blue floral dress with white sneakers. Seeing myself, I feel confident and ready. It's a rollercoaster of emotions—excitement, nerves, uncertainty. Ace has stirred a new energy in me, and I'm embracing it.
