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“Your turn,” he looks at me expectantly. Is he expecting a declaration of love? Obviously I love him, but I can’t say it yet. He smirks, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “What’s wrong?”
I sigh and tell him all about Baxter’s phone and the messages from Tilly. I confess that I don’t know how Baxter and Jax have both ended up connected to Tilly, but that there are warning bells ringing.
Ace is calm, patient, a really good listener. So I also decide to tell him about Cordelia. I even manage it without crying. Ace on the other hand unleashes a violent string of Slovenian cuss words. I don’t know exactly what he’s saying, but I can imagine.
“I don’t know what to do,” I finish forlornly.
“I help. We all help,” he replies, even though I shake my head because I think that’s unlikely. “Promise. Trust, Princess.”
“How?”
“I get guys to help. But,” he pauses, taking a deep breath, and I knew it was too good to be true. “I think they need test to help.”
My heart sinks and fear bubbles like acid in my stomach.
“Aljaž, please no.”
“Do test. Best. Get help.”
I frown, because I feel like Ace is trying to tell me something more than what he’s saying, and I feel a flicker of frustration at the language barrier for the first time ever with him.
“Unite. Fight. Show Cordelia stabilnost...stable? No...stability?”
I nod. I know what he means by that.
“Result no matter. Test, no test, love always.” I can’t help but wonder if he refers just to himself in that sentiment. To be with a guy as caring and lovely as Ace would be more than enough, I tell myself.
I stare into his gorgeous violet eyes. He strips my soul bare but the message in his gaze says he loves me despite my faults.
Wordlessly, he diminishes the gap between us and gently presses his lips to mine. He surprises me, but I like it. I lean in and try to deepen the kiss but I sense him holding back. Even though his lips don’t move, it feels like he’s pulling away. Gentle hands cup my face tenderly and there’s still at least a foot of space between us.
I shuffle forward and try to pull him closer, but he prevents me.
“Aljaž.” I sigh in frustration.
“Princess,” he hums back as I pull away.
“Stop that!”
“Huh?”
“Stop kissing me like that!”
“You don’t like?”
“No!” His face falls and I quickly backtrack. “Yes! I love kissing you, but not like that.”
“Bad kiss?”
“Never. But you can’t hold, touch and kiss me like I’m broken. Because I’m not. I’m not fragile or broken or in need of TLC. I want you to show me how you really feel.”
He doesn’t respond with words. Actions speak louder anyway, and the way Ace grabs me and pulls me to him, annihilating any air between us, tells me plenty. His lips crush, dominate, overpower mine, and I’m instantly transported back to that drowning sensation of when we used to kiss. His fingers tangle in my hair, gently, but at least he’s not holding me like a vintage china doll anymore.
He steals my breath as his hands slide under my ass and pull me even more tightly against him. I wrap my legs around his waist when he lifts me, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me when he grinds me against his hard length.
“Sranje!” He mutters as we break for breath. I dive straight back in; like the moon pulls the tides, I can’t resist him.
“MOM!” Phoenix screams and we jump apart guiltily. “MUMMY! Come here!”
