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Tess

Looking at Ace’s handsome face, I notice things he doesn’t reveal. His eyes were tired; he needed a haircut and clearly hadn’t worried about trimming or facial grooming. Yet, he seems to pull off the homeless look seamlessly. I want to take him into my arms, hold him tight, and take some of his stress away. He was a man who never liked to show vulnerability, and I was one of the few people who saw it.

Whatever his mother said to him must have been something horrific for him to break his rules and call me. Was it sad to say that I could have just sat here and listened to him breathe in comfortable silence? Not saying a word to each other, just taking in and appreciating the other. The love I felt for this man sitting on the other end was unreal. I don’t think I knew how badly I needed this as much as he did.

“So I hear you have a murder board room,” I told him, trying to lighten the mood looming over us. The distance and radio silence were so hard on both of us. At least I had bab