Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 9

Someone was watching us. I could feel the stare between the shoulder blades. I shivered.

"Are you cold?" Tristian did not wait for my answer and pulled me closer.

I smiled. He was nice.

He was always nice. I put my hand around his waist.

I thought it would be awkward to walk like this but it was nice.

"Not anymore." I liked his hugs.

Not too tight, not too loose, perfect!

It was perfect.

Perfect.

"What are you thinking?"

"Your hugs are perfect."

He kissed my forehead. I smiled a lot these days. It was like the life goal of Tristian was to see me smile.

"Staying the night?" I asked. Was it too early to start spending time at each other's places?

It started out of nowhere.

After taking almost a week to plan our 'perfect' date to a botanical garden and a butterfly sanctuary, Tristian was taking me out on every other day. It was like he had so many ideas on how our dates should be and he would forget it, if he did not execute it right away.

One of those days we walked around so much; we were both so tired and achy. So, instead of letting him leave right after, I invited him in and we watched a boring movie he liked. Half way through, poor guy fell asleep with his head on my lap.

We started staying at each other's places from then on, mainly on mine, because of early classes.

"Are you cooking tonight?"

"Yes."

"Definitely staying."

I chuckled. "Are you dating me for free food?"

"This is where you expect me to feel ashamed of myself and praise your amazing personality but all I am going to ask is 'What gave it away'?"

I blinked once, twice and then I was laughing.

Told you he was a quirky idiot.

The feeling was back. Someone was watching us. I turned back and looked around, brushing non-existent dust on Tristian's coat.

I could find no one, may be my mind was playing tricks.

"What is it?" He tried to look at his shoulders.

"Nothing, felt like someone was following us."

Tristian frowned. "One of your persistent students?"

I sighed, but shrugged my shoulders. I hoped it was not that soccer player.

There was a jock guy in sophomore, who never graced me with his presence in my class, which was totally fine with me. Then he calculated his attendance percentage and decided to attend one of my classes. The guy was getting on my nerves since then.

He found out my real age and he was a few months older than me which he 'stretched' to whole year. He knew I was his teacher but pretended not to know and tried to pull the senior card on me.

"You are cute."

I ignored the comment as I passed through the hallways. He snatched my free hand without books, and pulled me closer. "I was talking to you."

I glared. "Take your hands off."

I hated his smirk. I was already out of fucks to give and the kid, no matter his age, was going to get it if he did not let go.