38: DRAG ME TO HELL

PEBBLES' POV

“Did you at least return the favour?” Evie was dying to know if I went down on Ace.

“No, I wanted to, but his grandpa is always around,” I grumbled against the phone.

“Hey, do you want to watch a movie?” Ace inquired, startling me. I didn't notice when he walked up. He was leaning against my door frame with his feet crossed at his ankles.

“Sure, give me a minute. I've got Evie on the phone.”

“OK, tell her I said hello," he chuckled.

“She says hi back,” I told him. He gave me a wink, and then he sauntered to his room across the hall. My panties were soaked just by him winking at me. I wondered if he knew how much of an effect he had on my body. Everything about him turned me on. His sweaty body, his tattoos, the way he chewed his food, damn even the way he rubbed his nose and lips using the side of his thumb. I did not know how much longer I could live like this—the temptation was strong, all 6ft 3 inches of it. “I'll talk to you later, Evie.”

“Wait, if he is as big as you