Elara
On getting back inside, I trashed all that was left of the 'breakfast' Ace made and decided to wash the dishes. It wouldn't be a good sight at all and I thought it wise to cover his shame.
I smiled at the memory of him trying to cook when he clearly had no experience. I stood at the sink, watching the water swirl down the drain, my hands still damp from rinsing.
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel. Ace had taken me outside without yelling, grabbing or staring at me coldly. Just a breath of fresh air, a kiss from the sub and a moment of silence. The good kind, not the kind that makes one's skin crawl.
He said he’d fix the swing. I didn't know how serious he was but I had a strong conviction he would.
I wiped my hands on a towel and looked around the quiet kitchen. The Pac
