Chapter 21. Fractured Memories and Unspoken Desires

Before I got the chance to respond to Ace’s strange “Soon” statement, Wes spoke again.

“Wow,” he said in his little voice. That seemed to be his new favorite word. He was tracing the hard lines of Ace’s lower stomach as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

I almost laughed. What I wouldn’t have given to study Ace’s abs so freely.

Ace chuckled, the sound doing something to my insides. “Someday, you’ll have your own little buddy.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” I argued. “Have you seen my mom? She’s on the smaller side like me. Maybe Wes will be the same way. Plus, your body is just unnaturally perfect.”

Ace raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Perfect, huh?” he repeated in a low tone.

I gulped. “Don’t go getting a big head on me,” I said, quickly backtracking. “I only meant that Wes shouldn’t expect to look like you when he grows up. No one can look like you because you’re one of those rare human beings who are perfect without