Ace gently turned my face to the side, and a second later, I felt his lips press against my bruised cheek. They were hot against my cold skin, and my eyes shot open at his action, warmth filling my chest completely. He pulled away a moment later, gently tracing his thumb over my skin. I turned my head to meet his gaze again, with a confused frown on my face.
"Does it feel any better?" He whispered, his breath fanning against my lips.
I blinked, not knowing what to say. It did feel better, but was I going to tell him that? Would it even be appropriate to? I didn't think so. So I remained silent, staring at him. For the first time, I noticed something beautiful about his eyes. When he was not scowling, or they were not laced with mischief, Ace's eyes were very gentle. They looked like a
