Touching the Heart of Ace

Chapter 8

Someone was watching us. I could feel the stare between the shoulder blades. I shivered.

??Are you cold??? Tristian did not wait for my answer and pulled me closer.

I smiled. He was nice.

He was always nice. I put my hand around his waist.

I thought it would be awkward to walk like this but it was nice.

??Not anymore.?? I liked his hugs.

Not too tight, not too loose, perfect!

It was perfect.

Perfect.

??What are you thinking???

??Your hugs are perfect.??

He kissed my forehead. I smiled a lot these days. It was like the life goal of Tristian was to see me

smile.

??Staying the night??? I asked. Was it too early to start spending time at each other??s places?

It started out of nowhere.

After taking almost a week to plan our ??perfect?? date to a botanical garden and a butterfly sanctuary, This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Tristian was taking me out on every other day. It was like he had so many ideas on how our dates

should be and he would forget it, if he did not execute it right away.

One of those days we walked around so much, that we were both so tired and achy. So, instead of

letting him leave right after, I invited him in and we watched a boring movie he liked. Half way through,

poor guy fell asleep with his head on my lap.

We sort of stayed at each other??s places from then on, mainly on mine, because of early classes.

??Are you cooking tonight???

??Yes.??

??Definitely staying.??

I chuckled. ??Are you dating me for free food???

??This is where you expect me to feel ashamed of myself and praise your amazing personality but all I

am going to ask is ??What gave it away?????

I blinked once, twice and then I was laughing.

Told you he was a quirky idiot.

The feeling was back. Someone was watching us. I turned back and looked around, brushing non-

existent dust on Tristian??s coat.

I could find no one, may be my mind was playing tricks.

??What is it??? He tried to look at his shoulders.

??Nothing, felt like someone was following us.?? Tristian frowned.

??One of your persistent students??? I sighed, but shrugged my shoulders.

I hoped it was not that soccer player.

There was a jock guy in sophomore, who never graced me with his presence in my class, which was

totally fine with me. Then he calculated his attendance percentage and decided to attend one of my

classes. The guy was getting on my nerves since then.

He found out my real age and he was a few months older than me which he ??stretched?? to whole

year. He knew I was his teacher but pretended not to know and tried to pull the senior card on me.

??You are cute.??

I ignored the comment as I passed through the hallways. He snatched my free hand without books, and

pulled me closer. ??I was talking to you.??

I glared. ??Take your hands off.??

I hated his smirk. I was already out of fucks to give and the kid, no matter his age, was going to get it if

he did not let go.

??Oooh, so scared!!! Does anyone else know that you are sixteen??? That ugly ass smirk.

I wanted to roll my eyes so bad. Be professional Ace, be professional!

Did he think I would get flustered and correct his remark, only to reveal my real age?

His grip loosened up a bit and I yanked it back.

??Look, I would tell no one, how about we meet after class? I could show you something cool. You are

too young and too cute to be this uptight. Only we will know. I can take care of you.??

I knew what he wanted to show, was not cool but gross and shrivelled. I bet it stank too.

??You don??t have to pretend to be angry, you know? I can see it in your eyes. You want to. I promise,

no one will know. I mean I will not reveal your age, if you come and meet me. Just us. What do you

say???

I hoped what he said about seeing it in eyes was true because I could not put the disgust I was feeling,

to words.

??Touch me again and your athletic scholarship will be the least of your worries.??

??Are you threatening me???

I did not bother to reply, there was no point. If he was smart, he would leave me alone.

He tried to chuckle and downplay what I said, but it came out as nervous gasps.

??What? You are going to cry to Dean that I blackmailed you? You think he will believe you? I am their

star player.?? That I had no doubt.

I rose my left eyebrow.

??You have no proof.?? He was red with anger.

I smiled. ??That is where you are wrong. I always have proofs and guess what??? I did not spend a

whole month to install nano-camcorder onto my specs for fun. Well, it was for fun but it did come handy

sometimes. And this time was definitely one of those times.

??Wha...what???

??My proofs have back-ups too. Get to your class, or you will throw yourself out of the team.?? I

walked away in the midst of my own rambling.

He stopped the blackmailing, but the idiot now gave me googly eyes at class and was sitting in the front

row.

His attendance was getting better, so was his credits. So, I could not really complain. He was an idiot,

but the idiot was still my student. He was still my responsibility.

??You went awfully quiet.??

I was pulled out of my musings by Tristian. ??Sorry, was thinking about tutoring.??

I forgot about Tristian frequently. I did not forget that I was in a relationship, but sometimes my stupid

mind would wander off and I would forget he was standing next to me. Was that bad? That was bad,

wasn??t it? We walked quite a distance and now we were about to enter my dorm room. We even took

some stairs and I was lost in thoughts.

I wanted to kick myself; I promised that I would give my hundred percent to my relationship and here I

was thinking about irrelevant stuff without giving him my full attention.

??I will make you Salmon and Asparagus today.?? To make up to him, it was his favourite. I could feel

sorry though he did not find anything offensive in my spacing out.

I was thankful for the full kitchen with fridge, microwave and a coffee maker in the faculty dorm. It was

petit duplex with bedroom, bathroom, closet, upstairs and kitchen, living room, small wash area with

toilet downstairs.

I was putting salmon to defrost when I noticed Tristian had not replied. He was standing at the door...

was he drooling?

I chuckled, took a paper towel and wiped his mouth. I kissed his cheek and took off his coat.

??Come on you, dork!??

??I am dating you for free food. Your smile and eyes come close though.??

I giggled. ??I should give you the smaller salmon for not praising me enough.??

??Oh, you heavenly sent angel, please feed this pauper and make me the happiest human alive.??

Angel.

Angel.

Angel.

??Angel, you have the prettiest eyes in the world.??

??You are mine, Angel.??

??You are no angel. You are my little Devil. You are a devil who looks like an angel, smiles like an

angel and tastes like an angel.??

??How does an angel taste like? Like you, of course.??

??Do you have any idea what you do to me, Angel???

??You belong to me Angel.??

??You need me, Angel. You do.??

??I cannot leave you Angel. I cannot. It is like asking me to stop breathing. I can try to hold my breath

but then I will end up taking gulps and gulps of air.??

??I cannot let you go, Angel.??

Angel.

Angel.

Angel.

??...okay? David? I was joking, please do not be sad. I did not know you cooked, until after our third

date. You know it.??

I hugged Tristian. ??Gotcha. I tricked you into telling me the truth.??

??For a second, I thought you were really going to cry.??

I was not.