Chapter 26. The Weight of Unspoken Words

I was awoken by a gentle caressing sensation against my neck and the feel of tension in the air.

My eyes snapped open. Ace had pulled his desk chair up to the side of his bed and was sitting next to me, staring down at me with a deep frown set on his face.

The backs of his fingers ran over my skin in absentminded motions, and it dawned on me that he was petting the spot where he had bitten me the previous night.

I swallowed. The sparks from his touch seemed to be more intense than normal, causing unwanted heat to travel from the spot on my throat and pool between my legs.

Silently, I sat up. Ace’s hand fell from my neck, allowing me some reprieve. The look on his face made me feel incredibly uneasy. His eyes were spitting fire, and his presence oozed dominance.

Without a word, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded me.

I guess it’s time to address what happened yesterday.

“Ace—”

“Eight hours,” he s