"Why do you care if I'm mad or not?" It was the only thing I cared about knowing at this point.
"You're smart King. You figure it out."
Ace Carter was bad news and so were his friends. Luckily, I stayed away from him, his friends and all their dram...
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"Ace!" I yelled, running through the hallway. His door was shut so without knocking, I burst through. He was still asleep, shirtless, and lying on his stomach, the sheets wrapped around his waist.
I jumped on the bed, landing on his body, effectively waking him up. "Baby, wake up!"
"I'm up, I'm up, geez. What's wrong? Who died?" Ace questioned, his voice husky from sleep.
I settled over him, until I was practically straddling him. I waited until his eyes were on me and he wasn't half asleep to answer him. "I did it. I got in."
His eyes immediately widened and then he sat up, my body moving with his. I fell backwards, sliding off of his lap. I yelped a little and then laughed when Ace cursed and started apologizing.
He lifted me back up, settling me in his lap again. And then he pulled me into his chest into a tight embrace. "You got into Emerson?" I nodded into his chest. "I told you you would!"
"I know, but I didn't want you to jinx it," I told him as I pulled back.
Ace wrapped his arms loosely around my waist and smiled. "I'm so proud of you." There were those words again, the sentence I would never grow tired of hearing, right alongside "I love you."
"I would kiss you, but you haven't brushed your teeth," I whispered, teasing him a little.
He pouted. "That wouldn't stop me, sweetheart." I started to climb off of him to let him brush his teeth if he wanted a kiss so bad. "Where do you think you're going, college girl?"
"Let go of me and brush your teeth so I can kiss you," I batted his hands away and hopped off the bed.
I saw a flirtatious look in his eyes as he rolled off the bed and practically jogged into his bathroom with just a pair of boxers on.
I replaced his spot in bed, climbing under the covers and melting into his sheets. I wasn't expecting it when Ace came back into the room a few minutes later and threw himself on top of me. He kissed me suddenly; his lips sliding over mine roughly. A hand latched onto my side, squeezing my hip, making me squirm.
When I felt his tongue against my teeth, I had to hold back the weird sound that wanted to escape my mouth. I slid my hand from his arm, over to his bare chest. We had made out before, but never both of us without a shirt; granted I was still wearing one. But at this point, I wouldn't be soon. I let my hand wander even further down, feeling the indentations on his abdomen.
Ace's mouth moved from my lips to my neck, kissing all the way down the column of my throat. I let out a shuddering breath, which was slightly embarrassing for me. But Ace didn't comment on it; he just kept laying little kisses on my skin. His hands moved, settling under my shirt, on my waist. He slowly inched the material up, exposing a little skin.
He looked up at me, asking if the movement was okay. I nodded feverishly and he hitched it up higher. I gasped when I felt cold air on my stomach, knowing my shirt was lifted halfway off my body. I sat up and removed it completely, getting less nervous and more bold.
