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Chapter 18 (v.1) - Dinner Party

Submitted: January 21, 2017

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Submitted: January 21, 2017




~ Dinner party ~




What the hell was that?


That question ran through my head the whole week. That whole scene was just confusing. After driving home, every badass answer ran through my head and I cursed myself for not coming up with those.

I tried my best to avoid him this week and stuck to Ruby and Cassy in the lecture halls, at lunch and even in the changing room.

Also, I was too busy making calls with the catering service.

Unfortunately, I needed to see Aro badly so that he could give me my notes back. The exams were coming soon and I didn’t want to face a huge amount of clinical chemistry bullshit and drink energy drinks for three days to stuff the topics in my head.

Okay, in the end, it was going to come down to sleepless nights and frustrating bulimia-learning. But still, I wanted to have my notes back to have at least the possibility to maybe begin the learning just in time.

Just as I finished that thought, Aro and Lucas came toward me in the hallway.

“Oh, Aro!”, I said and he turned his gaze to me.

“What do you want?”

Yeah, hello Cecily, nice to see you, too. Douchebag. I rolled my eyes and swallowed the urge to scold him.

“My notes. You still have them, right?”

He arched his eyebrows and nodded. “’kay. I’ll bring them tomorrow.”

Oh, that was simple. Huh, too simple. “You really don’t need them anymore?”

“No”, he said and smiled twistedly. “Tomorrow at lunch, then.”

He started walking but then turned around as if he forgot something. “Oh, and thank you”, he said still smiling.

Okay, this was just too weird.


This stupid week just didn’t want to finish: every professor reminded us unnecessarily of the exams (as if we would forget about that?!), Rayden put some pressure on us that we should finish with our work before the last exam was over. Which was absolutely crackbrained. I mean, we still had time… right?

Anyway, I was preoccupied with the dinner party to even bother about due dates.

Dad told us that he would take Mom to the theater in the afternoon, so that the catering service could come and prepare everything. Officially, Mom thought that we would have a little family dinner in the evening.

As soon as Mom and Dad left, the team came. The “leader” of them was a woman in her fifties – Francine, dressed in an elegant coat and skirt like she was about to plan for the president’s birthday. She was giving the guys orders where the tables should be placed, the flowers arranged, tasted the food and even organized a small band. Wow.

After an hour, our garden wasn’t the same anymore.

I ran upstairs and put on a cranberry-red dress with little spaghetti straps. I decided to blow-dry my hair which took me longer than expected. I didn’t realize how long my hair had gotten. A little rouge and some lipstick and I was prête à sortir.

I rushed downstairs to greet our neighbors, ushering them to our garden. Lights flickered around the lawn, illuminating the whole garden and as soon as Cassy, Ruby, Anna and Alex came, we searched for an empty table, Eric and Josh followed.

“Your garden looks amazing!”, Anna beamed, looking around.

I smiled. “Thanks. That team did a great work.”

I looked over to the girls, hearing some of their stories about what they had done this weekend. My gaze wandered to Cassy. Her hands were clenched together, and she looked spaced out. Huh, that was usually my talent.

I placed my hand over hers. She looked up, her eyes sadder than I had thought.

“Is everything okay?”, I whispered so the others wouldn’t hear anything. But they were busy with their talks about college, anyway.

“Yeah… I’m okay. I just hoped Michael would call me back by now.”

Oh, so he still didn’t apologize to her. She told me she had hoped he’d make the first step, but he was stubborn and kept ignoring her.

I squeezed her hand.

On the other hand, Alex and Anna were having dreamy eyes when they talked about Paul and Dexter. So. Not. Helpful.  

“We weren’t paying much attention to the movie anyway”, Alex whispered in my ear. “Man, Paul is just a great kisser. And he has so skillful hands.”

She winked as I bit my tongue to brag about Ace’s skills. Oh God… Ace’s skills?!  

I shook those thoughts off me and banished those whatever-Ace-is-to-me-comparisons. 

Mom and Dad came after a while and Mom was looking more than surprised. Good thing that she was a better actress than me. I grinned on the inside for her surprise-look that was slightly over the top.

Once they finished greeting everyone, the food got served.  

It was lovely.

I was sitting with my friends, my parents celebrating their long marriage and my brother finally getting his life under control.

Then why the hell am I feeling a sting in my heart?

I sighed.

Who was I kidding?

I wished Ace was here.

On the other hand, our last talk had been intense. And I still didn’t have a perfect answer to his last question.

“Guys, I’ll get some water. Does anyone want something from the kitchen?”

They shook their heads and I went inside. There were already several dishes piling like a tower in the sink and other French confectionaries neatly arranged on the counter. Among them a delicious-looking butter cream cake. Wow, that Francine sure took a lot trouble to get those French sweets.

I jumped as I saw Josh sitting at the table.

“Oh, Josh, you scared me for a sec. What are you doing here?” I noted the beer in his hand as he took a small sip.

I sat down next to him.

“Just wanted a little break from all the noise outside”, he explained.

I nodded and took a sip of my water. We looked outside our window and heard Cassy bursting out into laughing with the girls.

“It’s nice seeing her so happy”, Josh said and smiled warmly, never losing his sight of her. “She was so sad, lately.”

“Yeah, she got into a fight with Michael.”

His gaze darkened as he brought his beer to his mouth. “Yeah, she told me. That asshole. He didn’t even bother calling her even though she texted him.”

His cheeks were flushed and his dark eyes seemed to glow.

“Yes, that’s kind of… cruel”, I admitted.

“That’s not cruel. That is being an asshole”, he said louder, “She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves someone who understands her studies and supports her in every way. Someone who sees the way her face lightens up when a patient is happy. Or how she blinks several times when a patient that is dear to her is showering her with hugs. Who sees how she’s suffering when someone she likes is ignoring her. Who can’t sleep knowing she’s unhappy. And that is definitively not was this asshole is doing.”

I blinked several times and closed my mouth. I couldn’t believe he was so attentive. No one could talk like that unless–

“Are you… are you in love with Cassy?”

His smile got sad. He winked. “Don’t tell her, Cecily.”

“I won’t, I promise. But… but if you have feelings for her, you need to tell her.”

He stretched his arms behind his back, tilting his head to me. “Did you tell Ace how you feel?”

My heart made a loop.

“That’s not the same… I don’t… I mean… argh… it’s complicated.”

He laughed and patted my shoulder. “I know. And I won’t say anything to anyone, either.” He got up. “But if he’s not completely blind, he already figured it out.”

He gave me a thumb-up and left me in our kitchen, my mind swirling.

That was exactly what I feared the most, Josh. That he already figured it out and it left him cold. That he didn’t care that I had feelings for him or not.

Of course not.

He said that after Victoria had asked him if he liked me. But that had been weeks ago… Still, his answer had been final, leaving no doubt.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even saw Eric coming through the terrace.

“Helloooo, Cecily?”

“Huh, what?” I turned around and saw him smiling at me. He shook his head and sat next to me where Josh had been a couple minutes ago. “Sorry, Eric. I spaced out.”

He rolled his eyes. “You always do that”, he said and shook his head again. “Sometimes, I have the feeling that you’re on another planet with your thoughts.”

“I know.”

I felt a little annoyed but kept my smile. I know I space out sometimes, but I always thought that I did it subtly. That no one noticed.

“So, you like it here?”

“Yes, totally. Last time I was at your house was on your birthday. What cake did your Mom bake?”

“Er… it’s called Le Merveilleux. A meringue cake.” I was surprised he still remembered that.

“Yeah, it was very tasty.” He smiled and I joined him. Surely, he had no idea what a meringue cake was, but it was cute he recalled.

He cleared his throat. “So, Ace didn’t come, huh?”

There it was. That stupid sting in my heart.

“No, he had to work”, I said as casually as possible.

He nodded and looked at me through his glasses. “Are you two dating? Or a couple?” I saw his cheeks getting a little pinker.  

I snorted, hoping it didn’t sound hysterical. “No, of course not.”

He knitted his brows together. “He didn’t force himself on you, didn’t he?”

He must’ve thought about that scene at the lab room. Well, I couldn’t blame him. It’d looked like he had been cornering me.

“No, Eric, he didn’t”, I assured. “Look, Ace was just being… Ace. There is nothing going on between us.”

He nodded, softening his features. “I just don’t want you to be treated disrespectfully”, he avowed.

I uttered a faint laugh. That was sweet. Most guys didn’t think that way anymore.

As I opened my mouth, he chuckled. “Jeez, can you believe I just asked you that? Sorry, Cecily. I’m just being stupid. I didn’t actually expect you to go out with him.”

He leaned against the back of the chair, still chuckling.  

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you deserve way better than him.”

I frowned but he didn’t see it when he continued, “He kind of sucked your… vital force. Ever since he came to our college, you smiled and laughed rarer. You often looked stressed out. Only recently, you’ve been like your old self, so I assumed it had something to do with him that you had been sad.”

True, I had been down when Noah was in jail or afterward when he had been a pain in the butt. But it wasn’t Ace’s fault that he had come into my life the moment we had huge family problems.

I didn’t say anything, so he must’ve thought I agreed with him. “Seriously, I don’t get why people are obsessed with him. Or even like him. He’s always unfriendly”, he commented, turning his gaze to me. “You’re the complete opposite. Nice and sweet. To everyone. You need someone who cheers you up. He would only drag you down into his darkness–”

“That’s enough, Eric”, I snapped, not realizing that I had curled my hand into a fist.

“You don’t know anything about him”, I hissed and got up. A ball of rage boiled from my gaze as I looked down to him.

 “You may be right about him, but he has other qualities once you get to know him and I can assure you, those qualities are worthier than you could imagine.”

Ace could come across as unfriendly or cold, true. But only because he had a rough past. He was the most protective person I had ever met in my life. And mostly defensive against people who came near to his heart. He valued trust so much, it broke my heart that a family member – someone this close to him – could betray him.

But I would never tell Eric that.

“I’m not going to stand here and listen to any more insults. Especially when he’s not here to defend himself”, I finished.

My hands trembled. Okay, good thing that Ace hadn’t come after all.

That was the nicest thing I had ever said or thought about him and if he heard that I would die out of embarrassment.

Eric looked pale. I had never snapped at him like that.

“Whoa…Cecily. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset”, he claimed. “I was just concerned.”

Remorse nagged at me. Maybe I had been too harsh. “I appreciate it but there is no need to be”, I said, softer this time.

Francine interrupted whatever Eric wanted to say and grabbed my arm.

“There you are!”, she piped, looking nervous. “Your parents are looking for you.”

“Why?”, I asked but she already shoved me to the table where Mom and Dad were sitting. My father was holding a fork when he raised his glass. The clink echoed through our garden.

“Oh and here comes my lovely daughter”, he said to the guests. I felt my cheeks burning but smiled it away. I had been anything but lovely to Eric right now.

“Now that my family is gathered, I would like to announce something.” He cleared his throat and turned to my mother. “Twenty-five years ago, we celebrated our honeymoon in the Bahamas, on the island Inagua. We didn’t have much money back then, just enough to pay the tickets and to book a small room in a motel near the beach. But this two weeks with you, Julie, felt like an eternity in heaven. So, I’m asking you again, would you like to go there again? Um, with me?”

I blinked several times. Dad usually didn’t like showing his affection to Mom in front of so many people.

Mom was already kissing him and saying “Yes” a couple times. Gross.

“Okay, so our flight is tomorrow night”, Dad announced.

“What?!”, my Mom and I shouted simultaneously.

Marlene and Noah chuckled. So they all must’ve known it!

My father whispered to me, “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you because I know you couldn’t have kept it a secret.”

He winked and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. “Julie, would you give me the honor to dance with me to our wedding song?”

He didn’t have to ask her twice.

But then he handed me the band’s microphone. “Come on, you know the song by heart. Please.”

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no, no.

It had been ages since I had done that. Also, in front of so many people?!

Mom batted her eyelashes, giving me the puppiest puppy-look of all time.

I groaned, grabbing the microphone.

I ignored my trembling hands as I followed them to the center of our garden, trying to focus on the lyrics in my head.

L’amour existe encore by Céline Dion.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, the melodious sound coming from my lips. At least my voice was steadier than my hands. It was a slow song, full of emotions and profundity.

I had learned it by heart when I was five years old after watching the old wedding recordings from Mom and Dad’s wedding. I loved that song.

It was beautiful.

They finished their dance as soon as I finished singing. Everyone applauded, my mother mouthing a “Thank you”.

God, I was so thirsty now, but the bottle of water was still missing at our table. I started to go back to the terrace, when one of the catering team grabbed my arm. 

“Excuse me, you’re Cecily, right?”

I nodded.

“There was a young man standing at the front porch, earlier. He said he was looking for you, so I let him in.”

“What? Who?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember. He was tall, had dark hair. But I forgot his name, I’m really sorry.”

My heart was making a loop. Could it be?

I walked to the table where Alex and the others were sitting.

“Cecy, you were great–”

“Has anyone seen Ace?”

They all looked at each other and shook their heads. Okay, maybe I was going crazy and I just want him to be here so badly that I jumped to false conclusions.

“I’ll be right back”, I said absent-mindedly and walked back to our house. I searched every room but couldn’t find him anywhere.

Yeah, I was beginning to lose it. Sighing, I went upstairs. I was sweating from all the searching and I needed to freshen up. Well, it was also a surprisingly warm night.

Closing the door behind me, I didn’t bother turning the lights on. In hindsight, I should have done that because the moment I saw someone lying on my bed, I yelped.

“Jesus!” My legs felt like jelly as I sank on the floor, my heart racing.

“Sorry, Cec, I didn’t want to scare you”, Ace said and got up from my bed.

My eyes adjusted to the dim light until I saw his full silhouette: His hair hung wildly around his forehead yet I noted his almost whitish glowing eyes beneath the dark locks. His focus was entirely on my shelves.

Wait a sec. Ace was –? Oh my…

“What are you even doing here, Ace?” I kind of started to feel nervous with him staring at my stuff. “Since when have you been here?”

I got up but he didn’t answer. Yeah… awkward. I went to the switch when he said, “Let the lights off.”

He cocked his head to his side, running his fingers over a book. 

“Scary how much we’re alike, Cec”, he added. Leave it Ace to always surprise me. Even with those kinds of phrases.

I uttered a brief laugh. “We are not at all alike, Ace. In fact, we have absolutely nothing in common.”

At that he turned his gaze to me and blinked a couple times, as if he just realized that I was even standing here. 

“You look beautiful”, he stated in the simplest way, which somehow sent goosebumps all over my body. “And yes, we do have a lot in common.”

He came closer to me until there was hardly space between us. His fingers picked a strand of my hair, spinning it around his digit a few times.

I gulped, gathering all my working cells to form a normal sentence.

“In what way, Ace? You’re bossy, arrogant, and when you’re angry, you look like an orc who’s going berserk.”

Humor filled his eyes and I could see he was trying to suppress a laughter, but he failed. He laughed, and it was a carefree sound. Like really coming out of the depths of his heart which made me join him reluctantly.

“You know I’m right”, I said as he rubbed his moistened eye. My eyes spotted my DVD pile across the room next to my nightstand. 

“What’s your favorite movie?”

He arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback from my sudden question, but contemplated for a while. “Crime thrillers are great. Or Sci-Fi.”

“Ugh… I like everything but crime thrillers. Your favorite series?”, I continued so he couldn’t debate with me on that.

“Prison break”, he said without thinking too long, “A classic.” He smirked and tilted his head, his eyes never leaving me. “You?”

“Mexican telenovelas. Um, but in French, I can’t speak Spanish. How about… the first concert you’ve ever been to?”

“I don’t recall.”

I knitted my brows. “You don’t remember your first concert?”

He shrugged. “It was some no-name band.”

I grinned. For once he was telling me something about himself without feeling uncomfortable. I should have done that before. He liked talking about random things rather than his family.

“So what’s your favorite band now?”

“I don’t have one. But I like Jazz.”

I frowned. “Ew… Jazz? I hate that”, I confessed. “See? We have nothing in common.”

He clicked his tongue and spun around. “You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. Where’s your laptop?”

Without giving any more details, he walked to my desk and turned it on.

He eyed the screen and frowned. “Is it always so slow?”

“Yeah…” It was an old laptop but I liked it. It was a birthday present and I break away from things with difficulty.

Ace turned his head to me and one corner of his mouth kicked up. My eyes got stuck on his bottom lip, and it took me a boatload of force to look up.

“What?”, I demanded, snapping out of my fantasy.

He came closer to me, bending his head down. “You hear and watch a lot of things in French.”

“Yes, of course.”

His smirk grew even bigger. “Maybe you could teach me how to speak French and I could teach you how to French kiss.”

My eyes widened. Various answers whirled inside my head, from insults to daring – but “No, thanks!”, was all I managed to say.

He laughed and fortunately, he focused back on my laptop.

Or unfortunately? Uh… no. I needed a clear mind.

The screen was showing my family’s picture and demanded my keyword. I went to my laptop and felt Ace gaze on me.

“Turn around, I need to type my keyword.”

He arched both eyebrows. “Are you a CIA agent or what?”

My face flushed. “Well…”, I started, feeling suddenly sheepish. “My keyword is kind of embarrassing.”

He snickered, but thank God, turned around. I typed my super-dumb keyword and we waited for it to boot up.

“I don’t mean the superficial things we have in common”, Ace said, facing me again. His gaze was intense, causing a flutter in my belly.

“For starters, we’re both stubborn. I think we both went through a lot, maybe that’s why we are sarcastic. And…”

He cocked his head to his side. “And we both like books.”

“You read books?” I’d never seen him reading a book. We just had that awkward moment at the diner but he claimed he’d read that in school.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, sometimes. Novels about socio-criticism or thrillers.”

“Wow…” I was impressed. I’d never thought Ace was the reading-type. Even though we probably wouldn’t read the same kind of books, it was still something we had in common. 

I recapped what he just said I reluctantly had to admit that he was right – in some points. Ace never ceased to surprise me. I didn’t think he’d be that… attentive.

“Your shit laptop sure is slow.”

Aaaand there he went, destroying my short-time praise.

“Hey!”, I snapped, hitting his biceps. “Don’t insult my laptop!”

He snorted, typing swiftly something on YouTube that I couldn’t see.

“Ace, I don’t know any Jazz songs, so don’t bother–”

“Just be patient, will you?”, he huffed in his bossy tone. “Even you little philistine knows that song.”

I giggled at his choice of word. “Philistine? Really?”

The melody started and it was… so slow. I heard drumsticks and a harmonica playing in the background.

“Ace, I really don’t know this–”


Warm fingers shut my mouth. The corner of his mouth raised as he moved, placing his other hand around my waist. Heat zinged through my core when he reduced the space between us. Before I could process how close we were, the saxophone started and the name of the song hit me instantly.

Ain’t no sunshine.

Neither of us spoke. He knew he was right. I knew the song, but I guessed we both didn’t want to interrupt this soulful music.

Hearing the music, I enjoyed the slow beat, and suddenly I was aware how my body swayed against his. Or the other way around. Whatever.

I didn’t have any idea how to dance to music that was this slow, but without thinking too much about it, I just let my body respond to the beat.

Ace placed his hand on my back, his chin laying on the top of my hair. I could feel my heartbeat matching his. We were swaying on the same spot rather than actually dancing, but I didn’t mind.

The music was so soft and sensual that it made my muscles tighten. I never knew that Jazz could be so… hot.

Ace was humming the song, making my ear shiver each time he exhaled. “I didn’t know you could sing so angelic, Cec.”

“Y-You heard me?”

Against my head, he nodded.

Good thing I hadn’t known he was listening. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to sing, like, at all.

“Why did you come, Ace?”, I finally asked.

He was quiet for a while, before he replied, “Because we haven’t finished our talk. We got interrupted and you kept avoiding me the whole week.”

Denying was pointless. He was right, I had been avoiding him.

The song stopped, and I made eye-contact. “You weren’t fair. You were besieging me.” He didn’t say anything, so I seized the opportunity. “Also, you asked me why I lied about Dexter, even though you never told me why you asked Cassy about Anna and him. Why did you want to know more about him and me?”

Instantly, he let go of me. Turning around, he walked a couple steps away from me. As if my sight was causing him pain. Great, and now he’s back being a crazy orc.

He spun around, his eyes lacking any warmth. Oh, boy.

I swallowed that lump in my throat and prepared for the things he was going to say.

“Because you are driving me crazy, Cec!”

What the heck?

He pinched his eyes together, like he had just the biggest headache.

“I tried… God, Cec, I tried to ignore you, to avoid you, I even tried to hate you, but I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t resist you and I know, you can’t resist me, either. Your body is haunting me and I see you everywhere. I even see your face in those stupid cereals I eat every morning. Every time I read in my textbook, I think of how you sit on the bench, sometimes with a pen between those sexy lips of yours that I want to feel on every square inch of my skin. I can’t stand the fact that someone else is leering at you or giving you a second glance, let alone take you on a date.”

He stopped.

And I was speechless.

Like absolutely, no shit, ready-to-search-for-the-hidden-camera dumbfounded.

The meaning of his words made its way through my dazed brain, but I was still left speechless. I so wasn’t prepared to hear that. To hear those amazing words that made me all fuzzy, and yet my slamming heart was all I could listen to right now.

He noticed my silence and I saw him tensing all over. Coming closer to me, he cupped my cheeks in his big hands.

He opened his mouth and closed it, and then he brought his forehead against mine. “You can’t imagine how much I want you, Cecily Martesse. More than you know.”

The moment he said that, my room turned a bit darker. My laptop screen must be frozen again, but I didn’t give a shit about it right now.

I was just looking at Ace and saw his chest rising and falling. His eyes were dark, swallowed by the onyx color of his pupils.

He wanted me.

Ace wanted me.

“Say something”, he commanded, his voice deep.

I wished I had prepared a beautiful speech that could show him how deeply I cared for him but I wasn’t a poet. My heart was racing and my lips trembling.

“Teach me how to French kiss”, was all I could manage. 

He let out a gasp and grinned one last time before we collided. I didn’t know if I leaned forward first or he. Maybe we both. But that didn’t matter right now.

His lips were on mine in a heartbeat. His arms wrapped around me and held me so tightly, like I was pinned to him.

My senses were hurled into chaotic overdrive. I tangled my hand in his hair as he deepened the kiss, and sweet baby Jesus, I think my heart skipped a beat.

“You drive me insane”, he mumbled breathlessly.

“Same here”, I rasped out. My veins pounded, and my heart was bursting.

His hands wandered along my waist, stopping on my hips.

“W-Wait… wait…”, I gasped, taking a step back. He matched my steps, his eyes never breaking away from mine. His look was predatory when he crossed the little space I had created. The back of my knee hit the verge of my bed and I jerked back. My grip around Ace’s arms tensed when I dragged him along.

A mischievous look was in his eyes when he was on top of me and I felt my heartbeat rising explosively.

He bent down his head and I breathed against his lips. My eyes closed when his lips crushed against mine.

It was as if a brick wall inside of me had crumbled and the emotions inside were released like a cage full of feral animals.

His smell was all over me, and yet it still wasn’t enough. I parted my legs to make room for his body. His hand moved from my arm along my waist down to my thigh.

As his hand wandered higher and higher between my legs, I moaned, squeezing him.
Tiny sparks seemed to cover the spots where Ace’s fingertips touched my skin and a shuddering sigh passed my lips.
With every square inch he was getting higher heat radiated through my body. The veins between my legs pulsated when he slowly broke away from my lips.
I whimpered at the loss of our kiss. “What… are you doing?”, I asked, my voice raspy.
“You will see”, he smirked.

His eyes glistered as he lowered his head, lifting my dress. Like a hammer, my heart was now throbbing against my chest.

His mouth sealed with my knee, his lips rising higher and higher.

Slowly, Ace’s fingers slipped under my panties, and my brain froze.

I dug my teeth into my bottom lip when he stroked my now feverish skin.

“Shit, a few kisses and you’re already wet”, he groaned between the kisses.

My breath hitched in my throat. A burning jolt of heat shot through my stomach whenever his fingers touched my skin and a strange, aching desire overcame me.

I knew what it was.

And I knew I didn’t want him to stop.
I watched eyes darken with lust as he gazed at me. His fingers stayed under my panties, caressing me while his lips were attached to my thigh, moving up. Higher and higher, until his mouth almost arrived at my most private area. Once again, I cursed myself for not having a longer body so I could enjoy this feeling more.

He pressed his mouth harder against my thigh, nipping at it before sucking hard. I arched my back the more he sucked, suddenly lacking air.
“Ace…”, I panted.
It burned but he kept on with his working mouth until it left a sting. A really pleasant sting. Tracing my skin with his lips, he soothed the little ache.
His mouth came closer and the sensation overwhelmed me.
He brought his swollen lips back on mine, his hand staying on my oversensitive skin.
“Relax”, he said, and somehow, his voice made me oblige.
He sucked a breath through his teeth as he kissed me and without warning he slid my panties down.

Another touch and I was nearly falling apart. My body clenched at that unfamiliar but – oh yes – pleasurable sensation. Clinging to him, I was unable to stop the noises coming out of me as I drowned in the torturous thrill he was giving me.

Against my mouth, he smiled, seeming to enjoy this as much as I did.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck when I felt a gentle pinch, igniting a fire inside my belly. My legs stiffened around him, and whole body trembled at the same time.
Powerful waves of bliss overcame me, one right after the other in a seemingly endless tidal wave.

I pinched my lips together, afraid that my euphoric state could be heard downstairs. My body felt slick and I tried my best to catch my breath.
When the quakes had finally subsided, he pushed my underwear back into place.

My cheeks felt hot. Heck, my whole body felt like on fire.

Ace kept looking at me, gasping from our kiss. He gave me a killing smirk before he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them.

My eyes went wide.

The fire I just felt was nothing to the blaze of heat I was witnessing now.

I was panting raggedly, my heart still stumbling over itself. I wanted to speak but wet, salty lips crushed on me before I could come up with any phrase in my head.
“You taste so good”, he mumbled into my mouth, letting me taste myself.

I was left impassioned by this gesture and trembled at his words, remembering the mind-blowing bliss I had just experienced.
He nipped at my earlobe, giving me a little time to find my voice again.

“Wow… that was… a great feeling”, I muttered, breathing hard.
“A great orgasm you wanted to say”, he murmured against my ear, his voice sounding pleased with himself.
His eyes snapped when he stared at me.

Words weren’t needed.

He understood. “Doesn’t especially French girls do that to themselves all the time?”
I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea if it was specifically a French thing or not.

He dipped his head to his side. “Interesting.”
He helped me get up and with shock I realized that my legs felt a bit shaky. I did my best not to show him or else he would make even more fun of me.
Just when he leaned forward to kiss me again, someone shouted, “Cecily?! Cecily?! Ceeeeecilyyyy!”
Oh crap, Marlene! “Shit, my sister!”, I whispered. “Um, yes, I’m coming!”, I shouted.
“Oh yes, you were totally coming”, Ace mumbled.
I put my palm on his filthy mouth before he could say anything else that could turn me on.
“Oh my gosh, stop smirking!”
“Relax, baby. She won’t notice anything.”
Baby. Like an idiot, my heart fluttered at this pet name.

I smiled weakly. I was used to rude-Ace or seductive-Ace or in general moody-Ace, but not this affectionate version of him.

“Cecily?” Marlene knocked.

“Yes, one second, Marlene. I’m coming.” I rushed to the switch and turned the light on. I examined Ace who was looking unearthly “normal”.

He didn’t seem nervous. Like he just showered or watched a football game. As if we were doing the most insignificant thing a couple minutes ago.

I wished I had this kind of poker face.

I opened the door and smiled at my sister who was eying us through her big glasses. “Hey, Marlene. What… do you want?”

“Mom needs you downstairs.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll be right there.” I looked nervously to Ace who arched his eyebrows as if he was expecting something. “Um, Marlene this is Ace. Ace this is Marlene, my sister.” She smiled shyly and greeted him.

“Nice to meet you, Marlene”, Ace said warmly.

She mumbled something and then disappeared downstairs. “I’m sorry, she’s very shy but once you get to know her, she’s actually very outgoing.”

He smiled, caressing my cheek and let his gaze wander to my laptop.

“Your laptop has crashed.”

I looked at my screen and it was completely black. No reaction. Whatever button I pressed.

“Dammit! A few lecture notes are in there! And my seminar sheets!” Crap! Oh God, and the reports!

“Don’t worry, it’s probably a virus.”

“You can fix that, right?”

He looked at me as if I had claimed something very absurd. “Of course I can fix that.”

He grabbed my laptop and eyed me. “I guess now I need the keyword. I promise I won’t laugh, even if it’s ‘Ace-is-so-damn-sexy’.”

I rolled my eyes. Ace was just… Ace. But still, there was a part of me – a huge part, I realized – that liked that about him. A lot. And I’d rather dance naked in the middle of an auditorium than admit that to him. Ever.

That was one of the things I loved about him.


I shook my head, not daring to carry on this thought.

I scrabbled my keyword on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He just touched one of my most intimate spots; a stupid, little keyword shouldn’t embarrass me.

He eyed me after staring at my keyword, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

He chuckled when his fingers reached my cheek. “See? Another commonality; I know that anime, too.”

I didn’t reply and we walked silently downstairs.

Mom was standing in the hallway, beaming with delight when she saw Ace.

“Ace, it’s so nice to see you again!” She hugged him and kissed him on his cheeks.


“I didn’t know you were here.”

“Okay, Mom, Ace really needs to go now.” Before they would start taking family pictures or plan our wedding or something else.

“Oh, okay… um, do you want to take some French sweets with you?”, Mom asked.

He smiled innocently, but somehow I could see the filth behind his grin. “No, thank you very much, Mrs. Martesse. I already tasted some very, very delicious French sweets.”

What the–?!

If Mom wasn’t standing here, I would have either fainted or jumped at him and tasted his dirty tongue again – I didn’t know.

They didn’t notice anything; they just smiled warmly at him. Mom left Ace and me alone at our front porch and gave us the lame excuse that she had to “see Dad right now”.

“So, I guess we’ll see each other at the hospital”, I said at the front porch.

He eyed me for a second and interlaced his fingers with mine, nodding briefly.

A small grin appeared on his lips when he brought them closer to my ear.

“Sorry, I forgot to clean you up.”

He winked and left me torrid as images of what just happened crossed my mind.

I’ll definitively won’t change my panties now, was all I could think about.

My lips sewed together to prevent me from saying those extremely perverted thoughts of mine.

He lifted my chin and gave me brief, sweet kiss on my forehead. “Good night.”

He smiled and turned around to walk to his car.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a while before I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, ready to face my friends without a dreamy grin on my face.

In vain, of course.






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