The Bodyguard

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Should I do a Q&A type thing for the characters? I see a lot of authors doing that on here and it's always fun to read them and just get more insight behind what the characters are thinking!

If so, then leave some of your questions here and specify which character the question is for :) if I get enough responses, I'll make it into a short little chapter! ❤️

I'm also working on a new story, would anyone want me to post the synopsis for it? let me know!and I hope you enjoy.

They continued on for weeks.

It was a never ending cycle where they could only be wrapped up in one another.

Nothing foreign or asinine could penetrate their veil when they we're together.

Jasper felt like he was back in high school — so hopelessly drawn to the thrill that being with Ace gave him.

During the day, he'd abide by the rules his mom used to govern him.

He'd work on whatever project she needed and contributed to the campaign like he'd promised.

They hadn't fought in weeks, which was a first for them. Partly because Jasper was so preoccupied, nothing she did bothered him as much.

And his mom was so distracted, that she was becoming more lenient with him.

Just enough that she wouldn't notice when Jasper left during the night.

And the nights they spent together — Jasper and Ace, were every bit of pleasure and torment.

Because when Jasper left each morning to continue the vicious cycle, Ace would try to will him to stay with nothing more than sweet kisses and hushed words.

It never worked.

So, instead they survived on the prospect of him returning at night — when they could do it all over again.

It was an unrelenting, yet exhilarating cycle that they couldn't seem to break.

He was so wrapped up in Ace, that it scared him because there was something so domestic about what they were doing.

Which was a abhorrent admission, but somehow Ace made him feel domesticity was attainable — together.

That night, one of many, was perfect.

Outside, those awake breathed life into the city — warm and inviting outside, much like it was inside.

Or so they thought.

The once comfortable night laughed at their pitiful obliviousness. They were blind and inattentive because they only saw each other.

The night was perfect, until it wasn't.

Jasper poured two glasses of wine, watching slowly as the liquid, almost like blood cascaded into the clear glasses. He held the stem, swished it around before taking a sip.

The other glass — lonely but inviting sat carefully atop the counter, like waiting to course through someone's bloodstream.

He felt a light brush of air tickle the back of his neck, which startled him at first. Then a familiar scent engulfed him, and he was encapsulated by a feeling he could only describe as consolation.

"You're awake," He stated. "Here."

He turned and handed Ace the glass of wine he poured, to which the guard accepted instantly.

Whenever Jasper came over, it was always late. Sometimes, Ace would already be sleeping when he arrived, to which Jasper would climb in bed right next to him.