chapter 141

chapter 20. Soon About a week had passed, and Ace was honoring his promise to keep his hands to himself. And I was pretty sure I was about to lose my mind. Yeah, I know, I know, I was the one who demanded he stop touching me in a sexual way. But I never believed he would be quite so capable of it. But, oh no, he was more than capable; he was a fucking expert at keeping his hands to himself. In fact, not only was he succeeding at not touching me sexually, but he was avoiding making any physical contact with me altogether. I’m not kidding; it was as if I’d contracted the goddamn plague or something. He started to stand at least a foot away from me and kept his hands safely stowed in his pockets. For the first time since we’d met at six years old, he didn’t hold my waist as he walked me through the school hallway, or grip my thigh while driving, or wrap his arms around me while we slept. Even the hickeys on my neck were starting to fade. I couldn’t remember the last time I