Page 25 of The Plus One

“Yes.”

He stared at me. I stared back. Then he nodded. “Aight.”

Why did that piss me off? I frowned. “That’s it?”

“What else you want me to say?”

“I don’t know.”

“You said it was a mistake.”

“It was.”

“Aight.”

There he went with that shit again. I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you keep saying aight?”

“Because I’m agreeing with you.”

“You don’t have to agree that fast.”

Ace stared at me for a second. Then a slow smile appeared. Oh, fuck him. “You wanted me to argue?”

“No!”

“Sounds like you want me to argue with you and fight for you? You want me to fight for you Kema?”

“No, I'm not saying that... I don’t want you to argue. I’m just saying you could’ve…” I stopped.

“Could’ve what?”

“Nothing.”

He winked at me, “mhmm exactly.” I turned toward the bathroom. “Kema.”

I stopped but never turned around because I was pissed off. “What?”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think it was a mistake. And if it was a mistake I would make it with you again.” I looked back at him. His expression wasn’t playful anymore. “But if that’s what you need it to be, cool.”

Well. Fuck. Why did that make my chest feel weird? I did not need to catch feelings for this nigga. “I’m going to shower.”

“Go shower.”

“And when I get out, we need to talk.”

“About?”

“Last night.”

He looked around my bedroom. “Thought that’s what we were just doing.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t.”

I rolled my eyes. “We need rules.”

“Rules?”