them. He’ll just have to settle for a friend because that’s all he’s getting from me, even if something did happen last night.
Shit, last night. I need to find out what happened.
I’m still standing awkwardly in the hallway when Ace returns. “Come on Hulk, we’re all set. Where to?” We walk down the hallway to the garage before settling into Nate’s truck.
I roll my eyes at my newly acquired nickname. I suggest my favorite local diner and tell him directions as he drives. The car ride isn’t long, and although we don’t talk much, the silence is comfortable. I feel like I’ve known him forever and that may be good for some, but for me it’s a big red flag.
I stopped trusting people after my dad’s affair a few years back. If I can’t trust the man who gave me life, how in the hell am I supposed to trust anyone? Let alone another man. I promised myself then that I wouldn’t be so open to being stepped on and I meant it. As much as I feel comfortable with Ace, I can’t let it get to my head. I need to think straight and not let those damn eyes distract me. Or that face. Or the tattoos.
There I go again. Damn it.
We park in the nearly full parking lot and make our way to the diner. This place is always really busy, but it’s my favorite place in town, and the wait is worth it. As we sit on the bench waiting to be seated I’m fully aware of just how close Ace is sitting next to me. My body hums with anticipation for his touch. His leg is just barely touching mine, but I can feel the electricity coursing through me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my hair was sticking straight up as a result.
He begins bouncing his leg and rubbing his palms on the top of his legs. I’m not sure if I’m having just as much of an effect on him or if he’s nervous about something else entirely. Before I can put too much thought into it we’re being directed to our table.
The waitress who’s seating us doesn’t hide the fact that she is eye fucking the hell out of Ace. I roll my eyes at her impudence and turn my head away from her bedroom eyes.
We’re seated at a booth and to the waitresses dismay she has to leave to seat other guests. I let out a quiet gagging sound, and Ace’s eyes dart to mine.
“Do you deal with that on a regular basis?” I laugh.
“Deal with what?” he asks with an amused grin.
“Seriously? All of the ‘come hither’ looks girls are giving you,” I reply incredulously.
He raises his eyebrow. “I’m not paying attention to them.”
His comment leaves me speechless, but thankfully a new waitress comes to take our order before I’m left to stew in all the meanings his response may have behind it. I order coffee, mixed fruit, and a bear claw, and Ace orders the breakfast sampler.
“That’s all you’re ordering?” he asks when the waitress leaves.
“My stomach still isn’t feeling well so I’m going to eat lightly.” I twine my fingers on the table in front of me and look down at them as I answer. Then I ask the question that has been burning in the back of my mind all morning. “What exactly happened last night?”
Ace’s mouth lifts into a side grin. “Before or after you threw up all over me?”
My hands shoot to my face in complete embarrassment. “I did not!” I say mortified.
He nods his head. “Oh, you did.” He chuckles. He grabs my hands and brings them away from my face. “Don’t be embarrassed we’ve all been there. I can’t say I’m surprised considering you spit your coffee all over me when we first met,” he says playfully.
My cheeks flame in response. If I was worried about there being an attraction before, I don’t think I have to worry about it now. Just throw up on the guy, that’s a form of birth control in itself.
The waitress sets our coffees on the table in front of us, and I huddle
Shit, last night. I need to find out what happened.
I’m still standing awkwardly in the hallway when Ace returns. “Come on Hulk, we’re all set. Where to?” We walk down the hallway to the garage before settling into Nate’s truck.
I roll my eyes at my newly acquired nickname. I suggest my favorite local diner and tell him directions as he drives. The car ride isn’t long, and although we don’t talk much, the silence is comfortable. I feel like I’ve known him forever and that may be good for some, but for me it’s a big red flag.
I stopped trusting people after my dad’s affair a few years back. If I can’t trust the man who gave me life, how in the hell am I supposed to trust anyone? Let alone another man. I promised myself then that I wouldn’t be so open to being stepped on and I meant it. As much as I feel comfortable with Ace, I can’t let it get to my head. I need to think straight and not let those damn eyes distract me. Or that face. Or the tattoos.
There I go again. Damn it.
We park in the nearly full parking lot and make our way to the diner. This place is always really busy, but it’s my favorite place in town, and the wait is worth it. As we sit on the bench waiting to be seated I’m fully aware of just how close Ace is sitting next to me. My body hums with anticipation for his touch. His leg is just barely touching mine, but I can feel the electricity coursing through me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my hair was sticking straight up as a result.
He begins bouncing his leg and rubbing his palms on the top of his legs. I’m not sure if I’m having just as much of an effect on him or if he’s nervous about something else entirely. Before I can put too much thought into it we’re being directed to our table.
The waitress who’s seating us doesn’t hide the fact that she is eye fucking the hell out of Ace. I roll my eyes at her impudence and turn my head away from her bedroom eyes.
We’re seated at a booth and to the waitresses dismay she has to leave to seat other guests. I let out a quiet gagging sound, and Ace’s eyes dart to mine.
“Do you deal with that on a regular basis?” I laugh.
“Deal with what?” he asks with an amused grin.
“Seriously? All of the ‘come hither’ looks girls are giving you,” I reply incredulously.
He raises his eyebrow. “I’m not paying attention to them.”
His comment leaves me speechless, but thankfully a new waitress comes to take our order before I’m left to stew in all the meanings his response may have behind it. I order coffee, mixed fruit, and a bear claw, and Ace orders the breakfast sampler.
“That’s all you’re ordering?” he asks when the waitress leaves.
“My stomach still isn’t feeling well so I’m going to eat lightly.” I twine my fingers on the table in front of me and look down at them as I answer. Then I ask the question that has been burning in the back of my mind all morning. “What exactly happened last night?”
Ace’s mouth lifts into a side grin. “Before or after you threw up all over me?”
My hands shoot to my face in complete embarrassment. “I did not!” I say mortified.
He nods his head. “Oh, you did.” He chuckles. He grabs my hands and brings them away from my face. “Don’t be embarrassed we’ve all been there. I can’t say I’m surprised considering you spit your coffee all over me when we first met,” he says playfully.
My cheeks flame in response. If I was worried about there being an attraction before, I don’t think I have to worry about it now. Just throw up on the guy, that’s a form of birth control in itself.
The waitress sets our coffees on the table in front of us, and I huddle
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