Two Worlds Collided (Ace Merrill)

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The rain had to ruin our moment. The first time I've seen rain in months, and it's at the most inconvenient possible time.

He leads me to his car and we get in. He starts driving down the road, fast.

"So where are we going now?" I wonder.

"I'm taking you to my place," he tells me.

That worries me a little. How would his parents feel about him bringing home a girl they've never met at eleven at night? Probably not good.

"Your parents?" I ask.

He presses his lips into a tight line. I realize I've never really heard about his parents. Wondering why that would be, I feel horrible for mentioning it.

"They're gone a lot. They go on little vacations or whatever," he states.

I frown, examining him. His hands are clenching the steering wheel and his face is unreadable.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. I drop my eyes to my lap. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"It isn't your fault. It's not like you knew or anything."

Both of us are quiet for the rest of the drive. When he pulls into his driveway, I'm sort of in awe. The house is gorgeous. A little messy, and it's clear nobody really cares much about the dust, but it's still very pretty.

"Let's go to my room," he says.

I follow him upstairs to his bedroom. He shuts the door.

To my surprise, his room is close to spotless. There are posters all over the white walls, and everything on his dresser and nightstand is organized. His bed isn't made, and there's a small pile of laundry in the corner by the closet, but that's it.

"I like your room," I say.

He smiles. "Thanks."

He looks at me for a moment, then glances at the closet.

"Here, put on some dry clothes. They might be a little big, but that's okay."

He grabs a pair of grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. I catch them when he tosses them to me.

"I'll turn around," he says.

He does, and I change quickly. He takes my wet clothes and leaves the room.

He has a few books on a little shelf. I walk over, reading the titles. Some of them seem pretty interesting. All of them look untouched.

When he comes back, he's in more comfortable clothes.

"Find anything good?" He asks.

I shrug.

"A few seem pretty alright."

He smiles. "Why don't you sit down?"

I sit next to him on his bed. It's so comfortable, especially after spending an hour or so in the rain. I run my fingers through my damp hair.

He turns on the TV. There's a show on that doesn't interest me much, but I watch anyway and pretend not to notice him staring at me.

When it's been five minutes or so and he still hasn't looked away, I look at him and narrow my eyes.

"See anything you like?" I mock his tone from earlier, at the river.

He smirks. "Um..." He teases.

I laugh, still a little embarrassed about my reaction earlier.

"You're so beautiful," he tells me.

I sigh. "I'm alright, I guess."

He presses his lips to mine. I push my body against his warm one, wanting to kiss him for more than one second this time.

Things get heated fast. Within minutes, he's hovering over me and his lips are on my neck.

"Ace-" I breathe.

He pulls away, looking at me. He searches my face, and I'm not sure what he finds there.

"I want you to know that I'm completely inexperienced."

He smirks. "Innocent."

I sigh. "If you say so. Whatever you want to call it, I have no idea what I'm doing. But if you want to..."

He smiles, kissing my neck again.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you."