Chapter 31

We wake up entwined in each other’s arms and legs. My head is on his chest, and he brushes my hair with his fingers.

‘Sleep well?’ He asks.

‘Actually, it was the best sleep I’ve ever had,’ I reply.

‘Glad to hear it. How about we go downstairs and have some pancakes?’ He asks.

‘Really? You’re going to make me pancakes for breakfast?’ I ask.

‘Well, I’ll attempt to make them, to impress you,’ he smirks. Laughing, I reluctantly get out of bed.

Ace is shirtless, wearing only pyjama pants. I freeze in awe at his muscles when he stretches his arms out and admire his tattoos.

‘You’re welcome to have a closer look,’ he smirks. I blush, and collect my skivvy and my pinafore.

‘I like you dressed as you are. Get dressed later,’ he says, leading me out the door and downstairs.

Making a mess over a mixing bowl, Ace guesses the amounts for the ingredients he uses, and I giggle at his determination to make pancakes. Walking around the kitchen bench, I dip my finger into the mixture. Ace takes my hand