Show Me Your Soul

What happens if life throws you off track? What if someone asks you to trust him, even though you know nothing about him? Would you trust him?
Cecily Martesse is a normal student in her second year at college. Just when the next normal semester starts, she meets Ace - a handsome boy that throws her life upside down. Compelled by his words, his voice, his behavior, she finds herself getting dragged into a world full of secrets, unfaithfulness and deceit.
Just when she hears some devastating news about her brother, she has to face things she never knew she could endure.
A story about love, trust and friendship. Rated Mature for adult language and hot love scenes.


21. Tierra de Passions




The evening went by in a blink of an eye; we tasted some of the butter cream cake and I said goodbye to my friends, helping Francine and the others cleaning up everything afterwards.

I let myself fall on my bed as soon as we finished. I was beyond exhausted. I just had the energy to get out of my dress and brush my teeth. I looked around in my room and couldn’t believe what I had experienced a few hours ago; here on my bed. As I put on my sleeping shorts, I saw a small, red mark on my thigh.

“What the–?”

A hickey!

Drawing slow circles around it with my finger, I let the memory of Ace’s lips flash before my eyes. I could still feel every touch, every kiss, every caress, making me shiver once more.

Okay, I have to make sure that I won’t change my clothes in front of the girls.

I gulped and turned off the lights. My eyes were getting heavy and this was not the moment to think about that. Lucky for me that I hadn’t planned going to the beach soon.


My alarm woke me reliably at 8 a.m., yet I was surprised I woke… or heard the noise. Although I slept more than six hours, my body still felt exhausted when I got out of my bed and I was very close to drink coffee. Fortunately, my sleepiness faded as soon as I ate a bagel, so coffee wasn’t an option anymore. I got dressed and left – in my opinion – in time.

But as I drove while listening to my music, I began to get nervous. Images of last night flashed before my eyes and heat spread through my body. What am I even supposed to say or do when I see him? Or what should we talk about? Should we talk about what happened yesterday? And what should I say? Thank you for giving me an orgasm? 

I need to be more comfortable with that if we’re going to do those things more often, since he’s now my–

I turned off the engine as I arrived at my favorite place to park. A sudden fear ran through my head. Did it even mean something to him? To me, it meant a lot, yet I’m not sure it was the same for him.

I need to talk to him, as soon as possible. My heart fluttered, yet I shook my head and pulled myself together. I wasn’t even this nervous when I had my first oral exam in front of some professors, why am I making a big deal of it now?

I made my way through the entry door and went straight to the lecture’s hall. Ruby texted me they were sitting in the middle row, so my eyes wandered shortly around the hall until I found them. 

We greeted and talked about casual things until Cassy leaned forward and clapped her hand against the table, causing a loud sound.

“Cecily! Spit it out, how was it with Ace last night? You just said he came by and left shortly after.”

My heart skipped a beat after she startled me with her energetic move and wild look.

“G-Good. We talked and he congratulated my parents on their anniversary. Nothing special, really.” My pulse was speeding and hands sweating but there was absolutely no way I could tell them here and now, or ever.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, clearly having expected another answer.

I found myself scanning the whole hall looking for Ace, but he was nowhere to be found. Probably he’s going to skip the lectures and come later.

I hated the way my head darted to the door every time someone came through it, but I couldn’t stop. My heart needed to calm down. How can I face him if the only memory of last night was bursting my chest?

After finishing our lecture, I headed to the girl’s changing room, hoping that I would see him on my way.

He wasn’t anywhere. As soon as I put on my lab coat, I walked upstairs, swallowing an increasing lump in my throat with every passing minute.

I arrived at the microbiology rooms and saw Ruby waving at me. The whole lab course was exhausting and as usual boring as hell. We read in our script what microbiological experiences we had to do and worked up till lunch time. During the debriefing, I ached to text Ace, yet I didn’t want to seem desperate. Surely, he skipped this stupid lab course and I didn’t need to freak out just because of that. Okay, I just text him later when I arrive at home.

“Do you want to grab a bite?”, Ruby asked when we left the lab.

“Sure”, I mumbled, hoping that lunch will disperse my triste thoughts. I couldn’t stop myself from wishing to see Ace there.

We met Anna and Cassy, chatting about their patients while we joined them at the table. The sound of forks invaded my ears while their talks pushed themselves to the back of my mind.

“Cecily, did you hand your report about your last surgery to Professor Perillo?”, Anna asked, pulling my thoughts to another sort of unpleasant subjects.

I shook my head.

I really wasn’t in the mood to discuss the surgery reports, especially when the due date was in five days and I still had to hand the last report about periodontal access flap – which I should have done last week.

“We could go to his office and hand it to him together”, she added, and I had to bite my tongue not to snap at her. Her cheerfulness about reports was making me sick. I could care less about those reports right now.

“No, I didn’t finish it yet. I will hand mine later”, I said, trying to sound as cheerful as she.

“Okay.” She sounded alarmed. “But you know, that Prof doesn’t like students handing in reports too late.”

“Yeah, I know”, I sighed. She meant well reminding me, but her studiousness was irksome. I let her babble about due dates, professors, and finally her favorite subject: exams. We kept nodding, mumbled “Mh-hm’s” and discussed some topics about the upcoming waves of exams until we all parted.

I walked to the parking lot and started the engine, turning the radio on full blast just to overhear my own damn thoughts. This day was just crappy. A crappy Monday to begin the crappy week. Great.

At home, I found Mom and Dad head over heels busy with packing their things and Mom giving me instructions.

“Don’t forget Marlene’s ballet classes, and there is enough food in the fridge for at least three days. Zazzy has a little, red spot behind her ear, so you need to make an appointment with Doctor Amands.”

“I know, I know, Mom”, I sighed.

She rushed from room to room with piles of clothes, sunscreen, Dad’s books, and other things, her voice ringing in my ear when she continued her little speech.

An hour later, their cab arrived and they hugged me and Marlene tightly. Mom reminded me of some other things in the house and garden until I rolled my eyes and reminded her that it wasn’t the first time I was home alone.

She smiled and got into the cab. Marlene and I watched them leave and went back inside.

“Oh, don’t be sad, Marlene. We’re going to have two weeks of fun and freedom”, I said jokingly and hugged her. Although I needed to learn for my exams soon so I hope I’ll bring up some time to hang out with her. 

She nodded happily after I promised her to do something nice this weekend.

I walked to my room, Anna’s words about the report bugging my head. She’d accomplished to give me a bad conscience, and I really needed to hand in that last report. I was always one of the students that hands them a week or two later, and I didn’t want to risk Professor Perillo to make a scene in front of anyone because of the reports. So, on the top of my to-do list for tomorrow was to start those reports, I promised to myself.

Together with kicking Ace’s butt when I see him.

Or rather, if I see him.


Indeed, he was there.

Roaming along the hallway to get to the treatment room, I spotted – to my surprise – Aro leaning against the wall, talking in a low voice.

I stopped the moment I saw who he was talking to.

Ace’s tense face hit me hard, especially when he hissed, “You’ll get it next week.”

His eyes darted to me and his lips pressed together. It was obvious that he didn’t want me to know what this was about, but rather different emotions jumbled in me. My happiness to see him again and my anger at him for ignoring me were pushed away by the feeling of curiosity and confusion.

“Hey”, I said, my tone already slightly annoyed.

“Hi”, he replied, softer than I had expected even though I could see his unresting eyes and clenched jaw.

I nodded briefly to Aro who narrowed his eyes as I stood in front of them. I was a little surprised by his reaction but smiled politely and focused back on Ace.

“We need to go”, Ace said to Aro.

Aro cracked an askew grin. “Yeah, see ya”, he replied.

“What was that?”, I asked when we made our way to the rooms.

“What do you mean?” His body tensed. So he still didn’t want to talk about it…

“You and Aro. I’ve never seen you two alone together.” I didn’t want to sound like a curious person, especially when Ace knows how to annoy me with my weakness, so I asked innocently, “What were you talking about?”

“Nothing.” He lied.

“Don’t lie to me”, I said firmly. “I’d rather have you say that you don’t want to talk about it than lie to my face!”

“Okay, it’s not something I want to talk about.”

“That is not what I meant!”, I snapped and stopped walking. Ace noted the tone in my voice and turned around.

He frowned as we stared at each other silently.

Arguing was the last thing I was planning to do, and yet here we are, fighting again. I sighed.

“Look, I don’t want to fight. I’ve wanted to see you because well… err, we need to talk about what happened… at the dinner party”, I stuttered and felt even more embarrassed as images from that night swirled around my mind.

“I know, but not now, okay?” He caressed my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Do you want to grab a bite later? I just have to do an Endodontia now”, I asked but seeing his deep frown shattered my hopes for some plans tonight.

“So that means no”, I answered for him.

“I’m sorry, Cec, but I already have other plans. I’ll text you later.”


I rolled my eyes. By the time he dropped his hand, I walked past him and quickly entered the room. I didn’t give him a second glance or an answer. It was still pissing me off that he was so secretive, and that he didn’t even want to tell me about Aro. I didn’t want to show him how much his words and behavior were bugging me, so I kept my head high and disappeared behind the door.

I’d thought the treatment would clear my head, and it did, in fact. It had been more complicated than I’d thought and even Rayden had to call the Professor to take a look at the Endodontia. They all probably wanted to spend their after-work hours at home or the golf course, but the patient comes first.

Either way, I was glad when we finished and I finally got home.


The week passed by and except a few times, I didn’t see Ace at all. Most of the times, he came late to some tutorials or courses or just showed up when he had to treat a patient, and left silently afterwards.

I decided to go on distance. If he doesn’t make an attempt to talk to me, then I won’t chase after him.

I’ll text you.

That’s what he promised, and so far he didn’t keep it. Well, except “Hey” I didn’t get any messages.

It would’ve been quite less hurtful if he hadn’t texted me but would’ve spent some time with me. Or at least explained his absence. And indifference.

I don’t understand him at all; on one hand, he was being honest and told me about his feelings and now he’s ignoring me. Maybe he’s fed up.

Especially that thought clung to my brain and left a bitter taste.

To my surprise, I plunged into my work: I was most of the times at the library or read some chapters in my textbooks.

I was startled to find the library even that full. Ambitious, or stressed students that were in a hurry with their assignments, essays or other papers perched on uncomfortable chairs the whole day. Maybe they also had to write their reports or learn for finals.

Hours passed, and my headache increased with every page I wrote about my patient’s disease and surgery.

I yawned, stretching my limbs. I looked at my phone, mostly to see the time and noted that was past seven. Oh boy, time flies when you're busy.

Sighing, I pressed the print button and mentally made a note to buy new printer ink, so I wouldn’t have to do it here next time. Ugh… the next report.

I grabbed my things and rushed to the hallway, heading to my car.

My phone made a buzzing noise, informing me that I had a message.

“Hey, Cec”, Ace texted.

Hey, Cec… really, Ace? Is that all I get from you? I decided not to answer at all. If all he did was ignoring me for the last days, I’ll do that, too. Even though I didn’t want to give him too much attention since I was on ignoring-mode, his message kept haunting me.

College was sucking my energy, and I was more than grateful for this weekend to regain some strength.

I nuked the gratin I had cooked yesterday, eating with Marlene in the living room. I zapped though the channels until an old 90s movie caught my attention.

Marlene went to bed after a while, but I continued watching Julia Roberts finding her true love. Ugh… the sight of lovers was giving me nausea.

I missed my telenovela and wished I could watch the latest episode. My cousins already kept annoying me with some spoilers but I refused to see those.

I looked at the clock and it was past ten. My phone started buzzing again and I rolled my eyes, expecting it to be my cousin who wanted to tell me what happened on the TV show.

But it was Ace.

“Are you okay?”, he texted.

No, I’m not.

I slid it back into my pocket and didn’t bother to reply anything. What should I even reply? Hey Ace, you just ignored me the whole week while I was longing for some answers to my questions, because that night I shared the most intimate experience in my life with you, yet you seem utterly unimpressed and indifferent; but hey, apart from that, I’m fine.

I rushed to my room and removed my bra. The best feeling after a long day whooshed over me. Nothing’s better than removing a bra. Well, the second-best after…

I shivered as I remembered and unconsciously touched my hickey.

I laid down on the couch, watching a reality show on TV. I wasn’t sleepy anymore but didn’t want to study, either. I had a bad conscious that I’m not reading in my textbook but it’s Friday and I shouldn’t feel remorse.

As I went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, a knock disturbed my thoughts. A knock at our front door.

Huh? Who could possibly come this late? Maybe the neighbor? Mr. Heffner once rang this late because he locked himself out and needed a phone.

I slowly opened the door and was most astonished not to find Mr. Heffner or another neighbor standing there.

It was Ace.

He was wearing the same jeans as usual, together with a plain black shirt and black leather jacket which brought out his luminous eyes even more. Eyes behind some nerd glasses he was wearing which made me stare a couple of moments before grasping that Ace was standing in front of me. Eyes that were looking at me firmly and humorless.

“Ace – What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Cec, I just happen to be here in the neighborhood.” The sarcasm in his voice was evident. He turned his stone-cold eyes to me. “I kept texting you and you didn’t reply.” He didn’t sound happy.

Although he didn’t put it as a question, I nodded, crossing my arms.

“Well, I don’t have to reply anything, especially since you didn’t make any attempt to talk to me the whole week.”

I was starting to get nervous. The night was chilly and I wasn’t wearing very much. The fact that I was standing in front of the most intimidating person I know only increased my goose bumps.

“That’s what this is about? You’re upset because I was busy?” He snorted. “That’s so childish, Cec.”

Okay, the way he was presenting it, it sounded stupid. Nonetheless, that doesn’t give him the right to laugh at me or mock me. My cheeks felt hot despite this chilly night and anger boiled inside me.

“Okay, then I guess I’m too childish to talk to you, so good night!” I wanted to shut the door but he pushed his hand against it.

At least he didn’t grin or laugh anymore. In fact, he looked serious again. “Don’t be huffy. Believe me, I would rather have been with you than being busy with what I had to do.”

And of course he wouldn’t tell me what this thing is he was busy with, so I didn’t even bother asking.

“Then I don’t want to prevent you from whatever it is that you were doing! Why even bother coming to my house, Ace!?” I tried to close the door but his arm was as hard as iron.

“Because I was worried about you”, he said in a low voice.

I stopped pushing and looked him in the eyes. He was serious. No grinning, no laughing, no humor.

“Why didn’t you text me those last days?”, I whispered, feeling stupid for even asking.

Scratching the back of his head, he sighed. “I told you, I had something to do.”

Counting in my head to ten, I prayed for calmness, even though his answers were making me furious. Lucky for him, he must have sensed that I needed some explanation.

His features softened when he gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “Don’t be mad at me, it was something important. Eddy’s wife was in hospital and I had to help him at the repair shop.” He yawned, rubbing his eyes. Just now, I noted dark circles plastered under his eyes as well as the stubbles on his jaw. 

“Oh my God, is she okay?”, I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, they needed to implant a coronary stent.”

“Oh… I hope she gets well soon.”

I sighed, a less annoyed than before. I had no idea he had to work that much.

I was worried about you.

No matter how mad I was at this idiot, that little sentence melted my heart. I opened the door further and softened my features. I couldn’t deny it; it was flattering to hear he came all the way just to look after me.

He stepped in with a grin on his face that made me regret my decision instantly.

“Good girl”, he said and caressed my cheek. I slapped his hand away; I was still pissed, heart-melting words or not – I’m not going to forgive him just like that. He didn’t seem startled, so he continued, “You should–”

“Shhh! Marlene’s asleep!” I totally forgot about my sister and hoped she was still asleep despite all the noise. But she usually falls into a deep sleep. I decided to usher him to our living room, since it’s a “neutral” room with no beds or other personal things all around. I shuddered that I even had those kinds of thoughts. I closed the doors to the hallway and dining room when Ace sat down on the couch. It was at this moment that I noticed he was holding something under his jacket.

“Also, I came because I have a surprise for you–”

“My laptop!”, I half-shouted when he pulled it out.

He placed it on the table and booted it up. Wow, it was already faster than before. “Wow, how did you–? Never mind, I don’t understand a thing about those IT stuff with laptops and so on. Is it, err, virus-free now?”

He nodded briefly and waited for the screen to show the field where to enter my keyword. I typed it and was most relieved to see that he didn’t change it to tease me or whatever other devilish ideas he had in his mind just to annoy me.

“Now I can watch the next episode of my telenovela.” That was the only thing that interested me. My notes and worksheets from the seminars weren’t as important as my telenovela. Oh Lord, that is definitively not normal…

“Um… thank you”, I mumbled.

He tilted his head and X-rayed me with his eyes. “And what do I get as a thank-you gift?”, he said in a low voice, coming closer to me.

“W-What?”, I gulped. I slid on the couch away from him until my back hit the armrest. He crawled over me, his body cloaking mine. My pulse was increasing with every inch he was getting closer. If I wasn’t so damn embarrassed, I would say something dirty to him or play along but I wasn’t as creative as Ace.

His fingers wandered slowly under my shirt, making my skin burn where he touched me.

“You don’t have any ideas?” He ran his nose against my cheek. My spittle was gone and I became putty in his hands. I shook my head, trying to release our bodies from this electricity rising between us.

“Stop… stop, Ace, please… I’m ticklish…”, I begged, my voice thin. But he didn’t care if I pleaded or not, he just continued.

“Cec, you’re too coy”, he whispered against my ear. “But I’m sure you’re a wild animal beneath.”

My eyes widened when I saw his serious, dark eyes beneath his smirk. He really thinks that! I was never the wild girl or flirty girl; I don’t even know how to talk dirty. I’m just cheeky and quick at repartee.

I gasped as his fingers reached the beginning of my breasts, his thumbs dancing on my skin. His eyes narrowed and his smirk vanished.

“If you don’t want me to lose completely control over myself, you need to put a bra on. Your breasts are distracting me from the moment you’ve opened the door.” His tone was so casual that I needed a second to process what he just said.

And then it hit me like a brick. I looked down at my shirt and saw my nipples stiffen under my t-shirt.

I yelped and got out of the couch, running like a red-faced schoolgirl to our laundry room. “I-I – um, I’ll be right back!”, I chirped. I heard him chuckle but didn’t turn around to look at his probably leering glance and his bottom lip between his teeth. I closed the door and waited until my heart wasn’t slamming against my chest anymore or my face a thousand degrees hot.

He even noticed that?! Why does he always be so damn observing?

I searched for a bra in the laundry bag and finally found one. I buried my face into my hands. Why did I remove my stupid bra in the first place?! Yeah, I wasn’t exactly expecting Ace to pop up at my front door.

I walked back to the living room, finding Ace raking up my body. His look was a bit… disappointed? Yeah, he probably hoped that his phrases would allure me to take off my shirt and stand half-naked in front of him.

He patted the spot next to him. “Let’s watch a movie”, he suggested innocently.

Cautiously, I sat down next to him, unsure how to handle this pseudo-innocent-Ace.

“And no, I wasn’t thinking about a dirty movie”, he replied to my unspoken thought.

Liar. I knew he was having suggestive motives.

I sighed. “I’m not really sure, Ace… my sister’s asleep upstairs and…”, I said, my ego still scratched from his behavior. But my argument was pretty weak. Marlene wouldn’t wake up even if we watched Jurassic park on full blast; she sleeps like a log.

He cocked his head and contemplated. “And?”, he wanted to know, grinning.

“Let’s watch an episode of your telenovela.”

My telenovela! Oh crap… he just knew how to get my attention.

I snorted, “You wouldn’t like it. It has nothing to do with crimes, thrillers, or science fiction. And it’s in French.”

He shrugged, laying his palms on the back of his head. “I don’t mind.”

My hands were longing to type the link to the stream, but somehow I resisted. It was a romantic series with intrigues and drama. None of those things he would watch.

He measured me with his eyes through his glasses. “Come on, I know you want to see your telenovela badly. And it can’t be that awful.”

I sighed and gave up. After finding the stream, I pressed play and leaned back.

Tierra de passions?”, Ace said as the opening letters appeared.

I giggled and bumped him with my knee, “Your accent is awful.”

He rolled his eyes, “Sorry, mademoiselle. I don’t speak Spanish and you neither.”

“Yeah, but I know that the ‘r’ is rolled and the ‘s’ is sharp and fizzy.” Somehow, I wished to teach him French someday. Just to hear how horrible his accent will be and tease him with it, but I didn’t mention it now. The first scene appeared and I was plunged into my series.

“So, what’s this story about?”, he asked and looked at me.

I spoke without taking my eyes off the screen. “There are three sisters from a rich family and Sofia, one of the sisters, was forced to marry that man although she’s in love with – um – this man, Arturo. Originally, that Arturo and his brothers sought revenge on Sofia’s family, so they disguised themselves as farm workers.”

“Let me guess, and then they fell in love with the sisters and couldn’t take revenge on the family anymore”, he said in a bored voice.

“You claim you don’t like cheesy stuff, but that’s the most cliché-ridden thing I’ve ever heard of.”

“Oh, shush! Be quiet, no one’s forcing you to watch it!” I didn’t care what he said about my telenovela, I was too focused on the hot Mexican guy that was talking to Irena – the other sister – right now. Last episode ended with a cliffhanger and I was excited to see how the conversation between Irena and Flavio is going to end.

Zazzy wandered along the living room and meowed curiously. She jumped on the couch and licked her paw next to me.

I hugged my knees to my chest and scratched her fur.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Ace watching me hawk-like instead of paying attention to the series. I guess, watching it in French with no subtitles wasn’t very exciting although I thought he would want to watch because of all these beautiful Mexican actresses. But he wasn’t. He was just staring at me and grinning at my face expressions.

Sometimes, Ace tried to translate what they were saying but ended up in inventing sentences in a high-pitched voice when a woman talked or a fake-Spanish accent when Arturo or Flavio said something. I laughed as he made those comments. When I watch the episodes alone, it’s quiet and all I hear is Zazzy purring. But Ace made it hard to follow what they were actually saying and my “Shhhs” didn’t affect him the bit; he just kept joking and commenting. Probably, I will have to watch this episode again.

When some hot kissing scenarios happened, I felt my head exploding from the heat and buried my face into my knees. I didn’t mind seeing those scenes all by myself, but sitting with Ace while watching passionate make-out-sessions was too much.

Unfortunately, those make-out sessions appeared every five minutes.

“I am sorry, usually they don’t make out every two minutes, I swear”, I whined when I saw his eyes flickering to the screen. I felt like apologizing for their wild, animal behavior.

He arched his eyebrows and suppressed a grin. “Uh-huh.”

As the next passionate kiss appeared, I jumped from my spot, making Zazzy hiss at me as I slammed a pillow against his face, “Y-You can’t see that!”

I knew, I sounded like a ten-year old.

Ace chuckled and removed the pillow from his face. “Why? It’s not a big deal, they’re just making out, and not even as good as us.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Oh no, I know what these narrowed eyes and filthy smirk mean. I closed my laptop and moved to the other end of the couch, shooing Zazzy away. I waited for my stupid heart to calm down and gathered my working neurons to form a phrase.

“Don’t try to seduce me! That’s not going to work this time!”

He laughed and shook his head, “I’m not trying. You’re the one who gets seduced by everything I say.”

Is he kidding me?

“That’s not true. Let’s… let’s talk about something neutral. I bet you’ll still make some nasty comments.” I let my eyes wander to my laptop and had a flash of thought. “What was the problem with my laptop? Explain that computer stuff.”

He smirked. “Deal.”

He contemplated a while and stopped grinning. With his glasses on his nose, he looked different from his usual appearance, especially when he started saying words I had never heard.

I’d never thought that cleverness could be so hot!? Okay, I need to focus on what he’s saying, otherwise I lose my bet.

“After I downloaded Malwarebytes, I ran the setup file and followed the wizard to install the program. Once installed, Malwarebytes checks for updates and launches the app itself”, he explained as if I had any idea what he was talking about. I was a lame duck at informatic – since high school and even Noah had already given up explaining those things to me when I was a teenager.

But it didn’t matter now. I was more focused on his lips and his hands as he was full in his element. He talked with such a confidence and knowledge that it left me dumbfounded. Clearly, he spent a lot of time learning how this stuff works.

“And after it began the scanning, it didn’t reopen, so you probably had a rootkit or a deep infection that automatically kills scanners to prevent them from removing it.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. The way he was saying those random, geek-words somehow made him so tempting, I could barely stay still. My pulse was speeding and hormones controlling me.

“… Mix-me-stick, for example, is a self-bootable USB device which identifies viruses and malware, such as spyware, Trojans… even ransomware. It includes security software from Sophos and Kaspersky. Have you ever heard of one of them, because–”

Okay, that’s it. Before I could process what I was doing, I moved to him and threw my body against him, mumbling “I’m sorry” before I pressed my lips on his.

He was taken aback from my sudden move, but didn’t resist.

My thighs moved to his lap, my lips brushing his raw jawline. Deep down, I knew I should push him away for the way he had acted the whole week. I wanted to pull away before I would lose completely my mind but I couldn’t. My senses had been more than seduced by him and I couldn’t think straight.

Warm breaths mingled when he pulled me closer to him until there was no space between us.

“Hot Mexican… make-out sessions… don’t seduce you… but boring computer stuff…” He was panting. I was making him panting.

The loss of his lips left me somehow hollow, but pressing my lips against his neck rewarded me with a deep sound. He groaned, his hand slowly traveling down to my hips.

His breathing quickened, while I moved closer to him. Subconsciously, I pressed my hips harder against him. Suddenly, I noticed what I was doing right now.

My thighs tightened over the material of his jeans. I rubbed myself against him, back and forth on his lap until I could feel him clearly.

My body began to tremble.

“A few kisses and you’re already hardening”, I taunted.

A deep, soft chuckle escaped his mouth when my lips wandered up to meet his. I tenderly bit his bottom lip, making him moan as my tongue caressed his bottom lip, teasing him.

My hormones were deluging my reason and pudency, my lips consuming him. His hands traveled down to my butt, perfectly cupping my buttocks.

“I love your ass”, he said, squeezing them under his hands.

I chuckled, feeling his erection under my shorts.

As we broke apart for air, I rested my forehead against his and gathered some much-needed oxygen. His smirk told me everything and I smiled back, sinking into his hold.

“I-I’m sorry.” I had never interrupted someone like that. I still didn’t process what had just occurred. Oh my gosh, I’d lost all my self-control and became a feral thing. I caught my breath and put some space between us.

“I interrupted you, I’m sorry”, I repeated.

“Stop apologizing”, he said and let his hands move to my back.

I touched my swollen lips and debated whether I had crossed a line or overstepped completely. Sometimes, I space out and people have to repeat what they had said but I never spaced out to the point where I got turned on like that. Heavens, I just jumped at him and kissed him because he said some computer-things!? I’m definitively not normal.


“Stop, baby”, he said and smiled. His eyes were switching from my left to my right eye, until he exhaled deeply.

“You know what, fuck it.”

In a blink of an eye he crawled on top of me, making my back land on the couch. He was kneeling over me. I smirked and removed his glasses as soon as he bent down.

His lips crushed back on mine – longing, fiercely, claiming. His hands slipped under my shirt as he groaned into my throat.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have told you to put a bra on”, he cursed before his tongue slipped into my mouth, making my toes clench. What was he doing to me? Such little things have such a huge effect on me.

“I knew… you were… an animal”, he gasped and pressed his hips between my legs, the bulge in his pants growing against my sex. I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.

Drunk on endorphins our only desire was to touch the other, to move my hand under the soft hem of his t-shirt to feel his warm, hard skin. I had been hyped up during the whole week and all I needed right now was Ace… Ace. I wanted him so badly.

Something vibrated.

The phone in his pocket made this annoying sound.

Arms moved away from my neck to fumble inside his pocket. I moaned, pissed at him and annoyed by this sudden interruption. His lips broke away from mine and he looked at the screen. He frowned. Something flickered in his eyes.

My heart was aching that he stopped kissing me just because of his stupid phone but I swallowed that feeling. Maybe it was something important? It had to be… He answered his phone and sighed, “What!?”

I flinched at his annoyed and loud voice; his soft and affectionate features vanished. He straightened his body and got up. My blood cooled down and a chill ran down my spine. And not a good chill. A scary chill. Who was that? And although I didn’t want to let that thought cross my mind, the question pushed itself forward: What was more important right now than sharing such a deep moment with me?!

He ran his hand through his hair and mumbled “Mh-hm” or “No!” and at the end “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.” He hung up and slid his phone back in his pocket.

“Who was that?”, I asked as soon as he hung up.

He crawled back on top of me and mumbled, “No one.”

He ran his nose along my cheek, inclining his head to kiss me again but I shoved him away.

“Who was that!?”, I asked again, glaring at him.

“Don’t be so damn nosy, Cec. That wasn’t anyone that should concern you.”

Oh no, not this time, Ace Aurenglade.

“I am not nosy, Ace! But I thought you were past being secretive toward me!”

My voice became louder and I needed to refrain from yelling.

“Why can’t you trust me Cec? I told you not to worry about it!” His voice became louder, too.

“Because you never gave me any reason to trust you, Ace – or should I remind you of all the times you hid something or certain persons from me!”

His face was getting dark red, his eyes eerily glowing. “I’ve never given you a reason to trust me”, he muttered and clenched his jaw.

I was silent, my anger rising. “You have no right to act offended, Ace. You kept ignoring me for days and silenced me with some mysterious answers!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. That’s not even the point! I should know everything about you! I should know what you do and I should know what you think or want or any other things!”

His eyes flashed, as he came closer. “There are things you really don’t need to know, Cec.”

The feeling of frustration overcame me. His words were like arrows. Pointed and piercing through me. He was torturing me – on purpose.

“Great, Ace!”, I yelled and my vision blurred. “I was longing for answers, and all you do is excluding me! At college, you’re that secretive person and here, you’re being seductive and avoiding serious talks.”

“You want a serious talk?” He frowned, “Okay, let’s talk seriously now. What do you want, Cec? If you want to be together with me, then you have to accept the fact that there are things I won’t tell you.”

Moments of silence passed and I found myself from having a beautiful dream to being trapped in a nightmare where there was no escape. I wanted to wake up. I needed to wake up. I didn’t want to see how my bubble was about to shatter.

My hands were trembling, my body becoming rigid.

“Was that Victoria?”, I asked, barely a whisper. My heart ached more than ever at the thought of the two of them, but I didn’t want to believe it.

He ran his hand through his hair, his lips a thin line.

“Do you trust me?”, he asked through gritted teeth.

“You dodged my question. Was that Victoria?”, I said, my voice steadier than the rest of my body. I don’t know why I even wanted to know. I don’t want him to tell me that it was Victoria; I was too scared to hear it. But I needed to know. Maybe I like being hurt and that’s why I keep pushing him until he’s mean to me.

Heat enveloped his face when I saw his cheeks redden with anger. “I won’t answer your question”, he said, grabbing his jacket. “I’m sick of your distrust.”

“And I’m sick of your behavior!”, I shouted, my vision too blurred to see his face properly. “You said all those beautiful things to me a week ago and yet you treat me like a piece of shit! Is this all just a game for you? A sick game you’re playing to get into my pants?!”, I yelled, blinking a few times. I wouldn’t start crying. Not right now.

His frown deepened. “So this is how you think of me”, he said when he turned around and headed to our front door.

“No, don’t you dare walk away now, we are not done”, I shouted and followed him to our garden. His steps were big and I needed to jog to keep up with him.

I pulled him by his arm and forced him to turn around as we arrived at his car.

“Look at me!”, I shouted. “Who was that on the phone? Victoria? Were you meeting her and that is why you didn’t want to tell me?”

He withdrew his arm from my grip. “Are you serious right now?”, he hissed coldly and opened the driver’s door.

I am dead serious.

“I’m done, Ace!” I didn’t care about waking up Marlene or disturbing the neighbors; I didn’t care about anything. “I’m done with your secrets, your moods and you! Don’t talk to me – ever!”

At that, he turned around and gave me a loathsome glance I didn’t know he was capable of making. All the beautiful, heart-melting, tender, funny and loving words he ever said to me vanished when he opened his mouth.

“No, Cecily, I am done. I am done proving something. What do you even want, Cecily? I told you things I’ve never told anyone, not Victoria or anyone else. You just imagine things in your head and think that every guy is like your unfaithful father and probably going to cheat on you anyway–”

I whirled around and slapped him. Hard. Fiercely. He didn’t just say that. No, he didn’t just say that.

My fingers were numb the moment my palm touched his cheek. My body was numb, and my heart on the floor.

“I trusted you, Ace! I trusted you with this information and didn’t tell you the most personal thing in my life just so you could throw it at my face!”, I screamed.

His cheek was rosy but he didn’t flinch or yell back. 

“Leave!”, I said and shoved him. “Go! Go away and don’t you dare talk to me or look at me!”

Angrily he turned away and got into his car and started the engine. He did what I wanted him to do. For the first time…he had listened to me. He drove away and didn’t give me a second glance.

When I didn’t hear his car anymore, my legs gave away. I sank down on the driveway. I couldn’t believe what happened right now. I felt numb inside.

Slowly I got up and went back to the house. I closed the door behind me and sank down again. Pain and desperation welled inside my chest. I felt the tears burn in my eyes but this time, I didn’t hold them back. I cried and cried, until the salty tears on my face and neck dried. I felt worn out and tired.

I used to laugh at those stupid girls who would cry over some guy they had a crush on but now I’m doing the same thing.

It’s over. Whatever this was between us, whatever he was to me, whatever feelings I had for him – it’s over. What has he done to me? I’ve never felt my whole body so aching, torn apart and shattering. What is this feeling? Love?

If that really is love, then I don’t want this. I relinquish this feeling. I don’t want to ever feel like this. I’m going to forget him, like Aro, like Brian. He’ll just be a memory in my head and nothing more.



A/N: Hey there, you loyal readers. Sorry for the delay and for the sad chapter :’(

But don’t worry, their story hasn’t finished yet, more chapters are coming soon!

Love you all, XOXO Mirette C.

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