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28) I'm not wearing that.

I pull my body up to meet Ace's and his arm slides around my waist tighter. My shirt is rising and a little line of skin could be visible under Ace's body.

His hand slides up my hip and rests there for a while as he moves his head to the side, turning my head with his. The hand on my hip travels up my rib cage then down again once he was right below my breast.

I slide a hand into his hair and allow his fingers to brush against the bottom of my boob. His hand travels farther up my chest under my shirt and cups one of my boobs, giving it a light squeeze before traveling down again to my rib cage.

I grasp in surprise as he she eyes me but am allowed no break, my lips being claimed by his again almost immediately after they left his. He moves his hand down again to my hip, brining my pants down a few inches as his hand travels down.

He eventually pulls away before we go to far and I sit up, leaning against the headrest if the bed. I look at him and lift a hand to my lips, wide eyed.

Ace smiles at me. "That is why I quit smoking." He pants out, shifting so that he's sitting next to me.

I chuckle and lean my head back against the headboard. "And because you don't want lung cancer right?" I tell him with a tone saying that he had better agree with me.

"Right. Definitely. Most positively." He assures me, shaking his head vigorously.

Ace grabs my hand in his and holds them on his lap, brushing his thumb across the top of my hand. He's looking down at my hand and doesn't see me admiring him.

"So what do you want to do today?" He asks me, looking around my room and inspecting it.

I shrug then remember that he's not looking at me and respond with my words instead. "Downtown." I say simply, not having any clear ideas.

"Okay." He says, looking at me. "I have a few ideas. Get dressed, I'll wait in here."

I grab my leg and put it on, feeling Ace watch me but not saying a word. I grab today's clothes and go to the bathroom, changing quickly and putting on the makeup before returning out to my bedroom and seeing Ace sitting outside the window.

"I'll meet you down there." He tells me as he jumps out of the window. I run to the window just in time to see him looking up from the grassy backyard at my two story window. He much have claimed the draining pipe from the gutter to get up, little copy cat.

I close the window and go downstairs, pulling on my converse and walking out to meet Ace.

He stands with one helmet under his arm while another extra hamlet sits on the motorcycle. I look at the extra then back at him. "I'm not wearing that." I say, pointing at the pink helmet.

Ace rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to say something but is cut off when I snatch the helmet out from under his arm, jamming it onto my head. His mouth pops open and his eyes dart to the extra helmet.

He reluctantly pulls the helmet into his head and frowns as he buckles it. I pull his phone out from his pocket and enter the passcode that I saw him put in at lunch once.

Going to the camera app, I stand next to Ace and take a picture with him frowning. I turn off the phone again and return it to his pocket, waiting for him to mount the bike, joining him once he does.

We speed off and I look at the landscapes fly by until we halt at the side if the street, next to a ice cream shop. I giggle and run forward. "Hi." I say to the old man behind the counter. "I'll have a mocha and he'll have Chocolate cookie dough please." I tell him, having remembered the ice cream that Ace himself prefers.

Within two minutes, Ace and I are walking down the sidewalk with our ice cream cones in one hand, the other interlocked and swinging back and forth.

I lick my cone with satisfaction and lean over and lake a lick of Ace's, getting a chunk of cookie dough. "Oh, that's really yummy." I observe as I return to my own cone.

"Naturally, that's why I bought it." Ace tells me, pulling me across the street when the walkway light turns to the white stick figure.

I roll my eyes and throw the now empty piece of paper that had held the ice cream cone into a passing garbage can.

Spotting a little lark off if the Main Street, I tug Ace behind me until I reach an open bench. Once seated, I look at Ace. "You know stuff about me, so what about you, I want to know about you and I'll tell you more about me."

Ace smiles and settles in, turning to face me as well, he begins. "I live with my grandparents because my mother left when I was just a baby and my father killed himself when I was five. But a wee lad." He says, chuckling sourly.

I watch Ace as he looks around the park, at anything but me. I look away from him and around to the playground instead, in an attempt to make him more comfortable as he shares something so personal. "You don't have to tell me this, you can tell me other stuff." I let him know, not wanting to press him.

I can see him look over at me out of the corner of my eye and turn to face him as well. His bright green eyes like ok sad and yet happy as he scotches closer to me on the bench, leaning me against him and testing his head on mine. "No, I want you to know about me." There's a slight pause before he continues. "My parents took in me and my older brother Logan. He's now away on a road trip with his friends. He already graduated high school, seeing as he's 19. He's a bad boy, even worse then me, if you can believe that."

"I can totally believe that." I assure him before he continues.