Poisoned Love

32. She's With Me

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"W-What?" I ask almost too softly. "Why so suddenly?"

Ace's POV **

I can tell from her expression that she seems to dislike the idea, not hate it but maybe she's afraid of it? I know her mother finding out about us is a huge threat to her but I would never say anything. I don't give two fucks about what my father thinks but I don't want her to lose her relationship with her mother. I can tell she's been through enough.

Plus, when she does come to Montana with me and the rest of my friends we can get to know each other more. I already know so many little things about her but I'm eager to know more.

"Why not?" I asked. I hope she doesn't ask about Penelope because she's already coming there. The main reason she's even coming is because Kyle is coming too.

"I have a lake house there. It should be fun." I smile, giving her reassurance. Part of me knew she wanted to come but the other part, the rational one, would disagree.

"I don't know." She chuckles nervously and gets off of me to grab her shirt. I hate how I feel when we lose contact. It's like she's almost a drug, I can't get enough of her.

There's so much more to her that meets the eye. Her personality is just beyond intriguing and I'd love to sit down and get to know her. I know we won't last, however, for some odd reason but at least I'd remember her as a prominent part of my life.

Who am I kidding? I can't let her go. It's stupid and almost embarrassing to admit, but I can't help but feel like a part of me I never knew still existed was reborn when I met Lydia. When she kissed me for the first time, it was like nothing and no one I've ever seen. Everyday, I get attracted to her more and more and I remember what it was like to have her kiss me.

I know it's selfish but I can't help it. I tend to think about her a lot when I'm not even around her. And when I am around her, I lose my world.

"Ace?" She says, snapping me out of my trance. Since when do I even space out? I'm starting to doubt myself.

"What do you wanna eat? For dinner."

"Whatever food you have here."

I wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying. All I could think about was how adorable she looked in those sexy shorts. I'd love to rip them off anytime.

I was quick to my feet and I pulled my shirt over my head. I caught Lydia glancing at me as I did so but quickly looking away. My lips curled into a teasing smirk.

"Should I take it off again?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes. Maybe she'll get tempted to kiss me again if I do.

"No." She almost choked on her own word. "My mom and Cara will be here soon."

"Oh." I say flatly and head downstairs with her. I've never liked Cara or Jenna.

Cara's beautiful just like her sister and so is Jenna but I can't picture them being my stepmom and sister. Hell, I can't picture Lydia becoming my stepsister. The thought alone drives me crazy, in a very bad way. The worst part is, I don't even know why it does. It's like I'm cursed. What has happened to my old self that wasn't afraid of catching feelings? I knew I would never, not after Sophia anyway.

Lydia is nothing compared to Sophia. Sophia and I initially hated each other and we rarely ever got along. Lydia, however, makes me think that we have so much in common that no one else notices but us.

I watched Lydia's every move as she picked up a pan and placed it on the stove. Each movement she made attracted me more to her. I don't know what it was. She mixed the contents of whatever she was making and poured her batter inside the pan. A few minutes later of me watching her and her eyeing the pan, she flipped the golden brown outcome and the sweet sugary scent filled the small kitchen.

"That's a pancake?" I finally realized and she nodded with a small smile. Her focus was scattered onto making this taste as good as it smells as she coats the pancakes with syrup and slides me a plate full of pancakes across the counter.

"Tell me what you think." She smiles and begins devouring her pancakes. I do the same and I'm amazed by how scrumptious these are.

"You looked so hot when you were cooking over there." I say with a mouthful and gesture over to the stove where she was standing. Her cheeks flush and she raises her finger as she chews down on her food very quickly. It's like she had to respond right away.

"Must you always shower me with your compliments?"

"It wasn't a compliment." I say and reach for her hand. She hesitates at first but when our eyes meet, her shoulders relaxed and she intertwined her small manicured fingers in mine. I rubbed her hand with my thumb and smiled.

"I won't push you. But just think about that Montana thing." I really hope she says yes, it will open up so many opportunities for us to know each other and even better, we'll spend time together.

She removes her small hand from mine to tuck a hair strand behind her ear. She licks the remainder of syrup from her full lips and fixes her gaze on her plate. Her caramel-like eyes trailed up and met mine. I was so fond by everything about her. Even the littlest flaws she has were so perfect to me.

She sucks in a quiet but deep breath through pursed lips and nods slowly, trying to digest my words. I can't stress on it enough, but she really does ignite sparks in me. I haven't felt that way in a long while, not before I met her. I haven't laughed with anyone like I laughed with her. I was never attracted to someone in such a short while like I did with her. She makes me question my own self and it gets unbearable at times. But it's all worth it if we can stay together, like this.

"Okay." She exhales.

"Okay what?" I was way too taken away to realize what she was talking about.

"Okay, I'll come with you." I raise an eyebrow at her as a 'Really?' and she nodded, taking me by surprise.

"I didn't think you'd agree. At least not so soon." I shouldn't have said that.

"Well yeah, I need a break from this world and my mum. Not to mention, there's yet so much I wanna know about you." She says and a cheeky grin plays on her lips as she approached me in a subtly seductive way.