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“Hold still!
Where’s your first aid kit?”
I asked, checking the dark bruises and cuts.
How did he get them?
When he stayed quiet, watching me in silence, I cast him a look.
A sigh left him.
“In my bedroom.”
Dragging him into his bedroom, I made him sit at the edge of the bed and got out the first aid kit.
Sitting beside him, I grabbed his hands and sanitized them before applying balm on his knuckles.
He didn’t flinch during the whole process.
He just kept watching me with something intense swirling in his gaze.
“How did you get them?
And why are they still unattended?”
I tried my best not to look into his eyes.
“They weren’t that serious.
So, I let them be,” he replied, not answering my first question.
“And I’m glad I didn’t, otherwise you wouldn’t be here treating me.”
This time, I looked up into his gray pools.
“T-that’s ridiculous!
You could get infected!”
A shrug.
“I’m used to them.”
Used to the pain?
Why?
“You didn’t tell me why you left.”
I wrapped the bandage around his right hand.
After a moment of silence, he answered, “I needed some time alone.”
“For what?”
I whispered.
“To clear my head and think straight.”
Just as I thought talking to him gently would make him give straight answers, he proved me wrong.
He was back with his complicated replies.
“Is-is everything all right?”
I cast him a hesitant glance, completing his bandaging.
Silence.
A gasp slipped through my lips as he hauled me onto his lap.
“Ace!”
Nuzzling my neck, he inhaled deep.
“Now, everything is all right.”
With blood rushing up my cheeks, I wiggled in his arms.
“W-what are you doing?
Let go of me.”
His hold tightened around me.
“Never.
I’m not letting you go away from me, never again.”
Again?
A shiver ran through my whole body when his hot lips touched the sensitive skin of my neck.
“My Rose.”
A groan left his mouth as his hand roamed over my curves, littering sensual kisses behind my ear.
As embarrassing as it was, a whimper snuck out of me.
“Ace.”
I wanted to stop him, but my voice came out much like a moan with his hot tongue directly against my burning skin.
My hands gripped his strong shoulders when he turned me to him, and our gazes met.
The intensity and desire in his stormy grays had me stop breathing.
“Those turquoise eyes of yours, they’ve captured my heart and locked it under their spell the moment they fell on me,” he whispered, kissing my closed eyelids one by one.
And then on my forehead, then both of my cheeks.
When he pulled me against him, with not even an inch between us, I let out a shaky breath, snuggling my face against his.
Warmth and many emotions soared into my chest.
My arms went around his neck as a whisper left my lips.
“Ace.”
“My Rose.”
A breath escaped my lips when he placed a lingering kiss on the corner of my lips.
Sagging against him just as I let myself get lost in his warmth, the blare of my phone pulled me out of my bubble.
Blinking, when I jerked away, he didn’t let me.
His brows furrowed in disturbance.
Fighting with him was useless, so I fished out my phone from my pocket and checked the name of the caller.
Guilt hit me like a truck seeing Warner’s name flashing on the screen.
We were still in a relationship when I was…
I felt Ace growing tense against me, his eyes set on the phone, strong jaw clenched.
“I have to take this.”
I got off his lap, but a hand on my arm stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
he asked.
Voice rough.
I was surprised to see the sudden malice in his orbs.
Was that—jealousy?
“To talk to Warner.”
“Ignore it.”
I frowned.
“I can’t.
He—“
“He’s more important to you than our moment?”
He cut me off, his grip tightened on my arm.
“He was always important.
He’s my b—” I squeaked when he tugged me to him and the next thing I found was, I lay flat on the bed, with him above me.
“Ace!
What are you doing—“
And again, he cut me off.
But this time, with his lips.
Right against mine.
“He’s nothing to you, you understand?”
he growled against my lips, biting my lower one hard.
“Nothing!
You’re fucking mine!”
My mind went haywire.
Shock, rage, warmth and… desire shot through my veins like a wildfire.
Pushing against his hard chest, I attempted to snatch my lips from the capture of his scorching ones, but he only deepened the kiss.
Grabbing my wrists, he placed them above my head with one hand, while the other went to run over my body with freedom, raising a painful tug in my abdomen.
“Only mine.”
An unintentional moan left my mouth as he sucked my lower lip into his mouth with ferocity.
My body was on fire.
His free hand ran down my waist to my thigh.
Sneaking behind, he grabbed my butt, getting another gasp from me.
He took this chance to enter his tongue in my mouth, devouring me.
Just as his hot tongue touched mine, a jolt of pleasure ran through me.
My body hummed into delight.
My eyes closed on their own as I kissed him with equal urgency and desperateness.
I’ve never been kissed like this.
Never this deep, rough, and intense.
My hands struggled into his hold.
This time not to get away, but to pull him closer.
To feel him.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
“Ace,” I managed to whisper out in between his earth-shattering kisses.
And he understood as he released my hands.
There was no going back.
I clung to him like I was falling, and he was the only thing to grab on in this whole world.
Molding our lips around each other, we got tangled in a momentum of want and desire.
Another ring of my phone reverberated across the room.
At first, neither of us acknowledged it, but then senses started to kick in my brain.
Disbelief and shame fell over me as I realized what I just did.
How could I do this?
Pushing him away, I grabbed my phone and ran out of the room, not waiting to see his expression.
“Emerald, wait!”
he called out behind me, but I was already out of the room.
I heard him coming after me, but I didn’t stop.
I ran and kept running until I was safe in the four walls of the elevator.
Clutching my chest, that was still pounding from his touches and kisses, I leaned against one of the walls and closed my eyes.
A tear slipped down my cheek.
I cheated on Warner.
Though it was unintentional, though I didn’t love him and soon was going to reveal it before him, it didn’t justify my actions.
I did wrong to him.
I did wrong to the person who was always there for me.
Why couldn’t I control myself?
Why couldn’t I just push him away?
Because I can’t.
I can’t resist him.
I never could.
Still weak in the knees, I let out a choked breath and rubbed my face in frustration and guilt.
It was wrong.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
I knew it could happen again because my heart just didn’t know where to stop around him.
I needed to fix this.
I have to talk to Warner.
As soon as possible.
Wiping my cheeks, I dialed his number.
But it went busy.
I dialed again, but it was still busy.
Getting out of the elevator, I sent him a message.
Sorry, couldn’t receive your call.
I called you but it went busy.
Call me as soon as you’re free.
I need to talk to you.