8 parts Ongoing MatureAce softly stroke to my cheek, his touch gentle but firm, like a promise. I crossed my arms in an attempt to regain control, pouting at them. Felix's smile widened. "Give us your phone, piccola," he said, his tone a little more commanding now. I raised an eyebrow, confused. Ace quickly explained, "We just want to put our numbers in, princess."
I handed over my phone, feeling suddenly detached from the moment as they typed away. I let my mind wander, trying to distract myself from the overwhelming energy between us. But before I could fully lose myself in thought, I felt Felix's hand once again, this time gently stroking my cheek.
"What are you thinking about, piccola?" His voice was soft, and his touch was gentle yet grounding.
"I-I'm not thinking about anything," I replied, my voice a mix of denial and truth.
Once they finished entering their numbers, Felix and Ace stood up, exchanging a brief, silent exchange before Felix spoke. "We'll leave you to think, princess. But know we'll be waiting when you're ready."
Ace stepped forward, and for a moment, the air in the room thickened. He pulled me into a tight embrace, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, cheek, and the tender skin of my neck. "We'll see you soon, piccola," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.