Ace paced back and forth in his room, the soft carpet muffling the sound of his footsteps. His mind was a whirlwind of frustration and desire. He couldn't get Hazel out of his head. Her defiance, her fear, her trembling lips—all of it haunted him. He craved the taste of her lips again, the feel of her body against his.
He picked up his phone, scrolling through the messages from Lina and Amber. Both girls had been vying for his attention, but he found himself unable to muster any interest. Lina had sent a flurry of texts, each one more desperate than the last, asking why he was ignoring her. Amber’s messages were more subtle, filled with casual invitations and hints of longing.
Ace ignored them all. He was obsessed with Hazel, and nothing else mattered.
He sat down on the edge of his bed
