It Starts With Him

It Starts With Him

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"I'm trying to complete my moms summer list from when she was in high school," I explain, and Ace snatches the paper out of my hand. I reach for it, but he holds it high above his head so I can't. I huff and cross my arms. His eyes scan the page and his lips purse. "Dev, everything on here is lame. Nothing requires actual adventure," he says, and I scoff. "What do you propose I do about that?" I snap, my lips curved into a smirk. Ace sighs and hands me back the paper. "I'll complete this list with you so aren't the loser doing it by yourself." He then comes closer to me so our faces are only inches apart and he continues, his voice husky. "But only if I get to pick what we do first."
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