I had managed to sleep the whole day away, I was physically and emotionally drained. Ace had ordered me to lay in bed for the next two days, he said I would need it. As much as I refused to argue with his words I think he was giving himself a little too much credit, but it didn’t bother me. I was able to lay down and relax freely, being laid up in his bed for the past three nights was fun and all but eventually I needed to stretch. I only got up when the maids came to clean the bloody sheets the next day and it hurt like hell to stand up.
Now I had woken up alone for the first time in a few days. The area where he slept on was still warm and his scent lingered, filling my nose with an intoxicating smell. Getting up from the bed, I finally was able to stand and not feel soreness between
