Ten

I sat down at the island bar while Ace grabbed two beers and cracked them open.

“What’s your fancy?” he asked and opened the fridge. “I could make chicken alfredo?”

“Won’t that take awhile?”

He shrugged and started grabbing the ingredients. “For me, it won’t take long.”

“How did you get so good at cooking?”

He lifted a brow. “I thought we were asking questions about our past, not just mine specifically?”

“Okay, I can take a hint.” I pondered a few questions. “Why was I the only one you picked on, and why so harshly?”

“A lot of the friends I had were guys from the hockey team, and my Dad made sure to go out of his way to get on good terms with them. It made them feel better when they snitched on me for not following my father’s pristine guidelines for the perfect life. If I showed interest in a girl like you, one of them would’ve definitely told my Dad, and like I said, I was an idiot and I was scared. I cared more about myself than I did my feelings for you, which is why I never belie