I looked up at him, frowning, before hesitantly placing my hand in his. My heart skipped a beat when his big, warm hand enveloped my small one, and I slowly stood up with his help. My gaze was locked with his, the situation starting to feel a bit too natural, a bit too normal. Even after I was up on my feet, my hand remained in his, none of us realizing how close we were standing. I noticed how gentle his eyes looked when they were not glinting with mischief, and my mouth parted slightly, almost in surprise.
"What's going on?" A voice snapped, making us turn our heads towards the source.
Right outside our dorm room, stood Aisha, glaring daggers at our linked hands.
My eyes widened, and Ace instantly let go of my hand, as we stepped away from each other. I bit my lip and shifted my ga
