Tequila's POV
I lay awake on the couch, 2am at the lower screen of the smart TV. Ace hasn't returned yet and it made my stomach churn because I know he would be here soon. After our last 'discussion' my eyes refused to stay closed, so I soaked up late night television and—
Click!
Turning off the TV, I hastily stand as the door swings open. I was about to run upstairs when my toe jams on the coffee table and I go flying over it.
"Jeez." I wheeze, my waist hurting for being bent over so awkwardly.
"Well damn." A strained voice says amused, and I stand quickly, ignoring the pain, but it wasn't as intense as how Ace looked.
"What is wrong with your face?" Spilled faster than I could stop it and he just ignores me, grabbing a bottle of water. "Ace?"
"Yes Tequila?" He says feigning innoc
