Tequila's POV
I don't know what time it was when the door finally swung open. I pretended like I was still sleeping as I heard shuffling.
The door shuts gently and the bed dips as Ace lays next to me.
"I know you're not sleeping." He says but I stay quiet, just in case he was bluffing. "Your foot is moving." I stop, not even realizing. I rock my foot every time I'm anxious.
"I'm sorry." He apologizes and I snort. "What? I'm being sincere here."
"Sincere? That's what you call doing it over and over again? What are you going to do now? You took me out for dinner the last time." I say sarcastically turning around to face him and he was frowning. "And that stunt you played at the ice rink. Pretending that you were going to kiss me, are you trying to make things complicated? I know I'm no
