Daddy's Favorite (ManxBoy)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ace P.O.V.

I don't know what prompted me to stay and live with Aiden in his house. Maybe it was the pleading look in his eyes when he asked. Maybe it was the electricity I felt when I thought we had a connection, like I was getting my memory back, my life back. It had only happened the one time in the hospital, but I kept waiting and hoping for it to happen again. Hell, maybe it was the fact that my stuff was over there and I didn't feel like going through the trouble of moving it all. Whatever it was, I wished my brain had told me otherwise.

Because I'd endured the most awkward two months of my life and I felt like I couldn't take it anymore.

Sophie offered to help me move into her place, but since she quit the show when I went into the hospital, I knew she had to work and I didn't want to throw her schedule off in any way. I hated being an inconvenience.

Living with someone that you hardly knew was hard enough. But when then person knew you like the back of their hand? Ten times harder.

Every day I felt sad because I could tell that he was sad, even with the fake smile on his face. The person he knew wasn't coming back and they might never come back.

"There you are." His voice sounded behind me. I didn't jump. I'd heard him coming down the hallway. He walked like an elephant sometimes. How did I ever put up with that?

I was sitting in his- our...his library in one of the extremely comfortable chairs staring out the window as the sunset. It was something I found myself doing when I just needed a minute to myself, which was often.

I smiled up at him before staring back out the window. "Here I am."

"I shouldn't be surprised. You're always in here. Although, you never paid this room much attention before."

"Then I'll leave. God forbid I do anything differently than before." My voice was practically dripping with sarcasm.

"No, I didn't mean it any type of-" He sighed. "Ace, I didn't mean it like that."

"I know. I'm sorry." I was being an asshole. "I just hate this. I hate feeling like this."

"I never meant for any of this to hap-"

"Stop! You don't have to apologize every time I feel bad! Jesus! I'm not blaming you! No one's blaming you!" What the hell is wrong with me? "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out like that. You didn't deserve that. I just meant-" God, why did I have to be such an ass? He was just trying to help. He always was. It's what I-

"Can I take you somewhere?" He interjected.

It caught me off guard. "What?"

"Can I take you somewhere?" He repeated, calmly and clearly. "It's not far and you can change your mind at any time and I'll bring you back. Or I'll take you wherever you want to go, even if it's not here."

I knew that he could tell I didn't like it here, but there was nothing that I could do about that now. It was too late. The least I could do was go with him to wherever he was trying to take me.

"Yeah...okay. Do I...need to wear anything specific?" I didn't to show up and look out of place.

"No, what you have on is fine." Good, I didn't really feel like changing out of my sweats anyway. He held out his hand for me to take and I took it.

"Where are we going?" I asked. We were heading downtown, that much I could tell, but this was out the way just for a restaurant or something. There were ones that were close to the house that we could've easily went to. "It's not a restaurant is it?"