The Ace

The Ace

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"You must be Ace.." She said quietly. He smirked and tightened the tape on his hands. She watched closely and examined his large somewhat bony hands that have taken one too many hits. "That'd be me." He said with a dazzling smile. She craned her neck to look up into his dark brown eyes, his 6'2 figure was towering over her small 5'3 body. "Hop in the ring." He instructed after effortlessly jumping over the ropes and putting his gloves back on his hands. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Sorry what?" She asked. He chuckled to himself. "Come on, we need to get some muscle on those bones." He stated as he waited for her to get in the boxing ring. She debated over her options: leave now and snuggle in bed at home, or get into the ring to her potential death. She pondered for a minute before hesitantly stepping towards the ring.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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