AVALON
Ace and I need to talk. I know. I'm stalling by just sitting here with my lips not uttering a single word. I blame Ace for this. Cornering me in a hot bathtub with nowhere else to go. He set up nice scented candles, they smell like cherry blossoms by the way. Added a sweet bath soap to the water, turned off the lights and is currently rubbing my shoulders to ease the tension off.
This man, perish the person who wrote the article about him just being a playboy. He's alot more than that. Apparently playboys have more tricks up their sleeves than we are prepared for. I know I certainly wasn't expecting this.
How can I even escape? He has magic in his hands. Fingers that knead parts of my body that I forgot….um, I don't know where I was going with that.
Fuck, he's even toying wit
