Tequila's POV
If he acts like that, then he's not the one.
Ace just sits back amused slowly chewing the chicken while I just stare at him in disgust.
"Spit it out."
"But you pushed it into my mouth." He smirks and I just scrunch up my face.
"I didn't expect you to eat it." I roll my eyes.
"It tastes just as good as you." His eyes darken and without thinking I answered.
"You haven't tasted me yet." I snorted before stopping myself.
"Yet."
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"Are you ready?" He asked as I enter the bedroom from the bathroom and I freeze, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" I ask dumbly. "For what?"
"I'm not impressed with the beach, I can do better than that."
I looked down at my attire and he smirks, pulling me by the strings in my sweatpants.
"You look beautiful." He reads my thoughts and I can
