Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 11

I am so sorry, my beloved readers. Yesterday I had some errands to run. I expected everything to be sorted out by 2 p.m and guess what happened.? Yup... I came back home at 7.30 pm with one hell of a headache. Headache went down a bit now, but still tired as hell. I will try to upload another chapter if I can bribe my body with some delicacies.

I apologize again.

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Kisses

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I was cold. I turned in my bed trying to find a warm spot.

I frowned when a gust of wind passed by.

Small kisses and nips were pressed on my thigh.

I was suddenly warm when a weight settled on my body and I smiled. I felt hot breath on my ears and naughty fingers on my chest.

"Robbie...stop it."

I felt him smiling on my cheek and nipped my bottom lip.

I was so warm and comfy. I was falling back to sleep when he palmed my back.

"Robbie... I am tired, let me sleep."

"How do you know it is me?"

"There is only one pervert in my life."

"Mmm. Glad you think that I am a pervert. I don't have to stop then." He licked my neck, slithering down to my chest and blew on my already hard nipples.

"Stop it, you, big baby. I said no."

"I will be quick."

"We both know how slow your quick is. So, stop."

He smiled and kissed my stomach.

My hand, threaded through his hair. I yanked on until his face was back on my neck and I kissed his lips.

I rubbed them for a bit. "I love you, Robbie."

He deepened his kiss. "I love you the most, Angel. You are the only one I love."

"Promise me there will never be anyone else. Promise me, it is just me, your Angel."

"I promise, love. You are mine as much as I am yours. I love you, my Angel."

I squeezed him to my chest and rubbed his back. He was so warm, my Robbie.

I opened my eyes, needing to see his steel grey eyes, but...

Of course.

Tears fell without permission.

3.24 am.

I sat up removing the blanket and hoped the coldness of the floor which was seeping to my feet would freeze my heart and take this filthy pain away.

Tristian was sleeping on the other end of the bed curled up like a cat.

Sometimes I felt like he was lonely, and my spacing out was not giving him comfort, I guessed.

I waited until the 'hangover' completely left my brain, so it could catch up with the reality.

I hated sleeping.

I scratched my head and took a water bottle out of the fridge. There was nothing I could do and hated being this helpless.

I shivered because I could still feel the ghost of his touch from the bar.

Jason did not believe it was Robbie. He was in Vegas, 'swallowed in self-misery'.