Can you trust me?

He came to a stop in my room, the abrupt stop snapping me out of it. "Here we are!" He exclaimed cheerfully. He dropped me carefully and grinned at me. My hands remained wrapped around his neck, I was still staring but this time, he was looking back at me the exact way I was. His eyes averted to my lips then back at my eyes and back to my lips again. I averted my eyes to his neck and furrowed a brow. The veins of his neck had popped out in lava colour, almost like his neck was intubated. "Ignore it," I still kept looking. "Can you walk?"

"Uhm," I let go of him and staggered back. He reached out to me. "I'm fine,"

"I'll make you soup,"

"You can cook?"

"I live alone in a van, duh!" He said with a girlish sway of his hips. His hips' movement made me look down and I noticed a swell in his tight skinnies. I bent forward a bit and pointed at it.

"What's that?"

"Huh?" I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes and raised a brow. Ace's eyes widened when he looked down at me. I heard