Ace Huxley's Daughter

17

I finished what I needed to do, grabbed my stuff, and walked off the stage. I'm grateful 90% of the people that were out here were too occupied about losing their money to Callie to notice Vanessa's little display. I deserved it. I get it. 7 months I'd been stringing her along and she would have been expecting me to take it. I would have. If Callie hadn't stayed, I would have done. Vanessa was great. But even both times I'd had her yesterday, I was thinking about Callie and I can't go into a relationship with someone when I'm thinking of someone else. That wouldn't be fair.

"Oi. Bubbles. Wait up, you're not going to make a girl walk back to the hotel alone are you?" The fuck? I turned my head in the carpark, looking her up and down as she tried to catch up. Heeled boots and jeans and the plain black vest top still buried under Blake's shirt that sent a shiver up my spine.

"Go back to your boyfriend princess."

"Okay, firstly, not my boyfriend." She was pretty fast; I'll give her that. I didn't stop, just kept walking. I needed to get out of here and lick my wounds clean after that. "Secondly, you're being super rude right now. I came to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine. Go back."

"You're being stupid. Stop." She grabbed my wrist and in a second flat I had her pushed against the wall. Callie gasped, almost stumbling over her feet, eyes growing 3 sizes until her normal green was almost black. God I love how she looks when I catch her off guard. "Why'd she slap you?"

"Because I was an ass."

"She still shouldn't have hit you Sonny." My stomach flipped. "Let me see-" She gently reached up, tilting my head towards the streetlight to get a better look. "It looks sore. Is it sore? I can get you some ice. Ice would cool it-"

"Pops. Stop worrying. It's fine. I've had worse than a slap from a girl."

"It's not right. She shouldn't ha-"

"I deserved worse."

"Pft. I doubt that."

"I've been sleeping with her for 7 months; she asked me to be exclusive and I said no." She crossed her arms slowly. "See. Deserved it."

"N-no. You didn't. Why don't you want to be? Have you only been- I mean you slept with me so I guess there's been-"

"Only you."

"What?"

"It was only her until you." She gulped. "You really should go back to Blake and everyone else Callie."

"Why me?"

"Callie."

"No. I want to know. You say you only slept with her in 7 months then slept with me and less than a week later you're ending-"

"Callie."

"No Sonny." She shook her head quickly and I sighed. This woman.

"I told you Callie." Her cheeks darkened, just the tinniest amount, enough for me to want to carry her the rest of the way back to the hotel. I didn't even want to sleep with her right now. I just want to stare at her. Hold her and admire her. "You're fascinating. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you walked into the O2 and that's not fair on her."

"Wait. You-" Her eyes broke from mine and I feel like I was chipping away at something. Suddenly, she couldn't look at me, anything, and everything else was demanding her attention. That rose on her cheeks had turned crimson. She forced a slow breath through perfectly soft lips.

"What's going on with you and drummer boy huh?" I tugged on his shirt slightly, pushing one hand into the wall above her head.

"Nothing."

"Try that again Pops. You took off with him yesterday, you left his van looking like you'd had the wildest sex of your life, he left your room just after midnight and now you're wearing his shirt. If it's something, tell me. I might have a chance at stopping the thoughts in my head if I know you're with him."

"I'm not."

"So why are you wearing his shirt?" She looked at her arms and then back at me, shrugged. "No. I need an answer."

"We're just friends. We made out yesterday. He came to do something more last night and I said it didn't feel right and I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I steal his clothes normally. I think I had like 3 of his jumpers packed with me just from the last time I saw him."

"You're just friends?" She nodded. "Because I will not be coming between something Callie."

"What are you-"

"I want you. Not even like I had you the other day, though I wouldn't turn it down." I pulled the shirt off her, looping it through my backpack straps. "I want my clothes on you. I want you in my car. I want you in my bed. I want my hand on your thigh. I want my name in your mind like you're on mine. I want 6 weeks of movie nights and counting stars and getting to know you properly because everything I've learned in 6 days has me baffled that I ever lived a life not knowing you existed."

"Wow." She gasped. Words barely breaking off her tongue. So quiet I'm not even sure I heard it. She looked up at me and blinked. "I uh- I'm not that great."

"Ha. Yeah sure you're not." I rolled my eyes at her, genuinely amused by her claim. "You are."

"You don't know me yet."

"Olive. I know enough about you to know you're something special and after spending 6 nights wanting to find you and have you close by; I know I'm right."

"Sonny?" She breathed and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"Yes, love."

"Kiss me." A soft, shaky hand grasped my cheek pulling me down slightly. "I really want you to kiss me right now and I'm spending the summer doing what I want." Good. You should be doing that anyway, I think. I don't argue. I kiss her, leaning down and pulling her close and kissing her with so much power that she forgot to breath. I could feel her heart pounding in my chest.

Olive Huxley asked me to kiss her. With no attitude. I didn't need to take it. I didn't need to do it to get her pants off, nor did I want her pants off. Just having her skin on mine and her hand in my hair and her body heaving against mine was more than enough right now.

I broke us apart, laying my forehead on hers.

"Breathe Pops. You're not breathing."

"I- I can't." She giggled. "Again."

"Tell you what. Let's go back to the hotel, put a film on and you can kiss me as much as you fucking like."

"No sex."

"No sex." I agreed. "Scout promise." I stood up holding my hand out for her and she took it. "Just for reference. My clothes now. Not his."

"Jealous?"

"Very."