Stitch by Jaime Lewis
Chapter Five
Alex pulled on one of Ace’s t-shirts before walking out of the bathroom. Her alcohol buzz from earlier had worn off. Ace had already showered and was lying on the bed with his hands laced behind his head, staring at the ceiling. From the serious look on his face, she knew something was on his mind. She smiled, knowing she could take that look off his face by just removing her shirt. He did look scrumptious, laying there in only his boxer briefs that molded against his muscles. That thought was short-lived the moment he turned his head and his eyes met hers; she knew sex was going to have to take a back seat because it was obvious he needed to talk.
She climbed into bed and curled into his side. He smelled so good.
“How can I help?” She asked but didn’t get an immediate response, so she waited him out.
“Do you think Stitch is good for my sister?”
Alex closed her eyes and smiled. Finally! She thought to herself.
“I love Stitch like he’s my own blood, and if I had a sister, I’d be very happy if she chose someone with a reputation and character like him.”
“This sounds awful because Stitch is like a brother to me, but I think I’m trying to find his faults.” Ace admitted.
“And, how is that working out for you?”
“I got nothing.” He admitted and blew out a breath.
“Then I think you have your answer. As long as they’re happy, be happy for them. I’ve watched your sister and Stitch for close to a year now, and I really believe they are good for each other. Any time either of them walk into a room where the other is, both of their faces light up.”
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her to her back. He nudged his thigh between her legs and let some of his weight press her to the mattress. Now, this was what she had in mind; she smiled up at him.
“You’re amazing,” He told her, and she rolled her eyes. He cupped her cheek, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m serious, Alex. I still don’t know how I managed to find you, but every day I wake up, and I thank god for putting us together on that mission. I love you so much.”
She ran her hands up and over his shoulders. Even with his battle scars, his body was a work of art.
“I love you too.”
He kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
“I need something,” she told him.
He raised an eyebrow, and she gave him a coy smile.
“What?”
“You inside me.”
He smirked. “I think I can oblige.”
“Good, because I am about to explode.”
