Aces POV:
Walking her up the stairs, she kept running her hand over my chest mindlessly and using her other hand to mess with my hair.
God her touch, I can't even begin to explain how much Ive wanted this.
My younger self never would've believed I'd be walking a drunk Katie up the stairs of her home to her bedroom.
Pushing her bedroom door open, I walked her to the bed and laid her down in it. Her hand staying in my hair, "You have to let go Angel." I said softly to her.
She was half asleep by now, completely unconscious. It was that point of drunk that her brother would rape girls at.
Running my hand over her hair gently, I took in this moment. She'll never let me touch her hair or be this close to her. My heart was racing so fast I was sure it'd wake her all the way.
I moved the
