For the rest of the night, I busied myself by organizing my cell phone and suitcases while Ace was engaged in phone conversations. I didn't unpack my clothes, but I did unpack my toiletries and scattered my girlie stuff all over the bathroom, filling his shower, shelves, and medicine cabinet. I didn't seek permission to do this; I figured he wanted me there, so I simply made myself at home.
Interestingly, Ace didn't utter a complaint, make a comment, or even shoot me a glance about my personal items invading his space. He knew it was because I had a lot of girlie stuff, and it was evident everywhere, especially after he had visited the bathroom. I didn't know how to interpret his silence, so I decided to ignore it for the time being. However, I was aware that I might get randomly freaked
