AVA CLAYTON
After a number of sessions of making out, tickling, and hickeys, Ace finally allowed me to swim to the edge, following after me. I leaned my back against it, and he stood in front of me, placing his hands down on either side of me. I reached up and pushed his wet hair away from his face, smiling up at him.
"You ruined my clothes."
"You can wear mine."
"What if I don't want to smell like you?"
"Why not?"
"I don't want everyone to know I'm yours."
He narrowed his eyes, leaning in closer to me, while I leaned back. "Too late." He pressed his lips against mine once again, and I smiled kissing him back. He pulled away a moment later, and tucked strands of my hair behind my ear. "You're covered in my marks anyway." His gaze moved to my neck, and my eyes widened in realization.
