But I resisted the urge to express my gratitude outwardly, so my eyes diverted to the side, avoiding direct eye contact.
Yet, Ace, in his typical perceptive manner, called out to me, causing me to turn my gaze back to him. "Babe," he began, and in that instant, I knew precisely where the conversation was headed – he wanted to discuss what had transpired earlier. The mere thought of delving into that topic sent shivers down my spine, and I would sooner endure the agony of walking barefoot on scorching hot coals or dive into boiling lava at the mouth of a volcano than revisit those uncomfortable moments.
In a reflexive attempt to escape the conversation, I instinctively pulled my neck back, attempting to step away from him. But, true to his agility, Ace moved swiftly, drawing closer and
