His Girl

Ace gesture to the large walnut colored leather sofa in the middle of the living room for me to take a seat. I sat down as my eyes looked around the spacious living room. Unlike the luxuriously decorated interior of his office, the room felt more comfortable although still very appeasing to the eye.

The sofa shifted underneath me from Ace’s weight as he sat down next to me. Ace flashed me an adoring smile as he leaned his head in his hand with his arm rested on the back of the sofa. His brown hazel eyes stared at me observantly. He was close and the way he was staring at me made me feel slightly embarrassed.

“Umm…” I mumbled to break the silence.

“I guess, we need to talk?” Ace said as his eyes watched me intently.

“Yes…” I agreed in a whisper.

A huge part of me appreciated the fact that he wasn’t going to avoid it and pretend like nothing happened. Ace was usually too straightforward, but I found his frankness exactly what I needed in this seemingly uncertain situation. There we