Page 24 of The Plus One

Now why did he have to call me that? Did he think because we slept together we all of a sudden were going to be a couple?

He laughed. And because God clearly had a sense of humor, the sheet shifted lower. My eyes followed it, immediately. I snatched my eyes away, and Ace chuckled. “What’s funny?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“You trying real hard not to look.”

“I’ve already seen it.”

“And?”

I looked at him. He lifted an eyebrow. I hated that I didn’t have a comeback because that was exactly the problem. I’d seen all of him. Experienced his dick. Shit I enjoyed it. I slid out of bed and grabbed the first thing I saw off the floor. His T-shirt. I pulled it over my head, and Ace watched me. “What?”

“That’s my shirt.”

“I know.”

“You got a whole closet of clothes you can put on.”

“And?”

“And you put my shit on.”

I looked down at myself. “Well, you can have it back when I get out the shower.”

“Nah.”

“Nah what?”

“Keep it.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not keeping your shirt.”

“Why?”

“Because this isn’t that.”

His expression changed. Not dramatically, but enough for me to notice. “This isn’t what?”

I sighed. Here we go. “Ace.”

“Kema.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Repeat my name like that.”

“Then say what you mean.”

I crossed my arms. His shirt barely covered my ass, which probably wasn’t helping me establish the serious tone I was going for. “Last night was…”

I paused. Ace waited. “A mistake.”

There. I said it. His eyebrows lifted. “A mistake?”