"You sound funny," Miley remarked.
"I'm fine, babe, I'll call you later," I assured her, trying my best to sound composed.
"Okay, I'll let you go. Bye, babe."
"Bye," I gasped, my senses overwhelmed as Ace's hands glided further up, his thumbs brushing against my hard and tingly n*****s.
I quickly closed the phone and mustered the strength to say, "Ace," but before I could speak further, he moved with surprising speed.
He swiftly removed my nightshirt, pulling it up and over my arms until I was free of it. The discarded garment landed somewhere on the floor, forgotten. His hand moved up my arm, snatching my phone from my grasp and placing it on the nightstand. Then, his fingers gently caressed my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw as he positioned my face just right for
