Berkley's POV
I spent most of the week keeping to myself. I went and worked my shifts and came home and didn't talk to anyone. I had thought so much about Ace and what he was asking of me. He hadn't reached out since he left the box on my doorstep, and I hadn't tried either.
My phone went off with a text pulling me from my constant thoughts about Ace. I opened it up and it was Jason, "I hope you are dressed because I will be there in five minutes, and we are going to dinner. My treat." It read, and I groaned because I didn't want to go get dinner. I didn't want to leave my house.
"We can get takeout but I'm not leaving the house." I replied and laid back on the couch.
A few minutes later he was knocking on my door. I don't know why I even made myself comfortable because I knew he
