11: "Kiss me, pussy.." Aftermath

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(Ace's Perespective)

I was shock for some reason. It was angelic. It was magical.

Ash takes my hands and looks at me again.

"Ace Jacker Weezlewizard, you're like the moon to my sun in our eclipse. Will you ever, from the start of our world to the end of our times be my lover that will die with you hand-in-hand..?" He said poetically.

"YES!" I hugged him.

"You're handsome when you're acting like a poet.." I giggled.

"Yeah? Then let me just turn into a poem writer just for you Ace!" He nudged me.

He (KISS NUMERO TRES 😽) me as he caressed my cheek with his dry hands.

We spent the whole rest of the morning watching the sunrise and being together.

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