AVA CLAYTON
The night of that storm was another night when I could not sleep for even a second. My heart was in a weird frenzy since the moment we returned to the Palace. I could not get him out of my head, no matter how much I tried. His soft, gentle eyes, his light, yet protective touch, his inviting, kissable lips. I wanted every part of him.
I hugged the pillow to my chest. Why was this happening? Why did he still, after all these years, have such a hold on my heart? I could not breathe the moment he got close to me. My heart thumped like crazy when he threatened to throw me into the backseat. Why did I feel like cheating on Lucas?
I felt like a terrible person.
Was Ace the reason I was never able to really make out with Lucas? Or to feel pleasure in his touch? Sure, I'd feel gidd
