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Now why did he have to call me that? Did he think because we slept together we all of a sudden were going to be a couple?
He laughed. And because God clearly had a sense of humor, the sheet shifted lower. My eyes followed it, immediately. I snatched my eyes away, and Ace chuckled. “What’s funny?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“You trying real hard not to look.”
“I’ve already seen it.”
“And?”
I looked at him. He lifted an eyebrow. I hated that I didn’t have a comeback because that was exactly the problem. I’d seen all of him. Experienced his dick. Shit I enjoyed it. I slid out of bed and grabbed the first thing I saw off the floor. His T-shirt. I pulled it over my head, and Ace watched me. “What?”
“That’s my shirt.”
“I know.”
“You got a whole closet of clothes you can put on.”
“And?”
“And you put my shit on.”
I looked down at myself. “Well, you can have it back when I get out the shower.”
“Nah.”
“Nah what?”
“Keep it.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not keeping your shirt.”
“Why?”
“Because this isn’t that.”
His expression changed. Not dramatically, but enough for me to notice. “This isn’t what?”
I sighed. Here we go. “Ace.”
“Kema.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Repeat my name like that.”
“Then say what you mean.”
I crossed my arms. His shirt barely covered my ass, which probably wasn’t helping me establish the serious tone I was going for. “Last night was…”
I paused. Ace waited. “A mistake.”
There. I said it. His eyebrows lifted. “A mistake?”
