Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 29

I loved our new room. This was more spacious, had a bath tub, and the kitchen was really cool.

It had been only a week but it felt like a very long time because of that dingy tiny room. Here, I could breathe easier.

"You love it."

I nodded. "I want to cook."

"Baby... please... I could get any food you want."

"I don't want food; I want to cook."

He sighed, resting his face on my chest. "Whyyyy?"

"Because I love cooking."

He rolled his head on my chest and it was tickling. "Nooo..."

"What? You do not like my cooking?"

"You know that is not true." He glared.

"Then, why?"

"God! You are so aggravating!"

My jaws dropped. I was??? I was aggravating??? ME?

"What the holy fuck! You kidnap me, fucking hook me to wall and pound me senseless, keep me chained in your bed for one whole day, and I was the one who is aggravating? Fuck you sideways, Robert Brantley, fuck you."

He laughed and pulled me to his chest.

"Angel." He brushed the hair of my face pecking my nose, and I scrunched it up. It tickled. I sneezed and wiped my nose on his chest.

He pushed my face up, "Of all the things I thought I would miss about you, it is not your precious smile, your gorgeous eyes, your tight wet warmth, but you getting annoyed at me and putting me in my place would be the most I miss about."

I pushed at his chest and he only hugged me harder. "Did I tell you how amazing you are, Angel?"

"Only thrice since this morning."

"Ah! What a horrible person I am? You are amazing, Angel. Truly, utterly, fascinatingly..."

I nodded along with him, "Still want to cook. Please continue."

"Damn it."

Why was he not moving? It was getting late, I needed to start cooking and he needed to buy whole lot of things from a knife to salt and pepper. It would be better if he took me with him but, I did not want to get fucked to the last inch of my life again, thank you very much.

I pushed on his shoulders and he whined. "Just... five more minutes."

I sighed, taking in his strong masculine scent. It should be illegal to smell this divine without a deodorant.

"Robbie?"

"Mmmm?"

"I've been meaning to ask..."

"What is it?"

"How did you find out I was not in shower?"

His eyes got a bit paranoid and his hand tightened a bit more, but I did not mind. He was jumpy and I did not want him to thrash.

"You were not humming."

"What?"

He picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter, situating himself between my thighs... his head on my heart felt so nice.

"You hum when you shower, babe. You are tone deaf, but you still sing."

I scowled. "FYI, I-sing-better-than-you Brantley, I am not tone deaf, you just sing better." Huff. "And I do not hum when I shower."