Ace’s POV
Paetyn is asleep beside me when my crusted over eyes open the next morning. After spending what felt like hours making Pae beg for me to let her come, I collapsed on the bed, overcome with exhaustion from the past few days of sleepless nights, and passed the f**k out. I don’t remember my head hitting the pillow. It was a miracle my body lasted as long as it did.
My gaze sweeps across to Paetyn wrapped in the sheets, locks of strawberry-blonde hair splayed across the pillow. The morning sun shines through the curtains to illuminate her soft features, making it difficult for me to keep my stirring d**k in control.
How is it possible that I have the most beautiful woman in the world sleeping in my bed?
My d**k stirs again, and I take this as my cue to get the f**k out of here
