Have you ever spun around in one spot when you were little, watching everything around you turn into a blur? Then you stop, wobble back and forth from the dizziness, and see spots everywhere. You're about to throw up, feeling your stomach flip in the most unpleasant way. You just want everything to stop spinning and for the mess inside you to settle down so you don't end up vomiting your first solid food.

That's exactly what I feel when I see that girl running straight into Ace's arms, like Penelope embracing Odysseus after waiting for him for twenty years. I feel like throwing up, but not food-just the wave of emotions the scene provokes in me. For a few brief seconds, I'm stunned, unable to determine which of them is the strongest, but almost instantly, one rises above the rest: anger.

How dare that idiot play with me, trying to reel me in when he had a girlfriend waiting for him in Los Angeles? Who does he think he is, doing whatever he wants with two women and...?

The fire fueled by my internal rage is abruptly extinguished when I see Ace push the girl back with a disgusted look that could wither anyone. The 'kiss', if you can call it that, barely lasted a millisecond, and now they're almost a meter apart.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Tiffany?!" he roars, glaring at her.

The blonde, who could easily walk a Victoria's Secret runway, keeps smiling like she's been cast in a toothpaste commercial and not just rejected with utter disdain.

"Giving my boyfriend a kiss! It's been three months since you left L.A., I've missed you so much!"

"You're still as crazy as when I left. What part of 'Tiffany, we are over, I'm fed up with you' didn't you understand?" he growls, taking the two glasses handed to him by the bartender.

"Look, you even ordered champagne! Deep down, you knew I'd come by and wanted to celebrate, right? Of course, I'd come to the opening of your club!"

"This drink isn't for you, Tiffany," he sighs tiredly before turning toward me. "It's for her."

Ace's blue eyes shine with a clear plea that I grasp immediately, given the complex and strange circumstances. He's wordlessly asking me to save his ass, to get that girl away from him since she doesn't seem to listen to reason no matter how much he insists.

Even though I have no idea what's going on, I decide not to stand there trying to figure it out. In barely half a second, I decide to trust him and save him from this woman who claims to be his girlfriend, though he denies it. There will be time later to uncover the truth and give him a piece of my mind if I find out he's been playing with her, with me, or with both of us.

"Ace, darling, what's taking so long?" I start speaking sweetly as I approach them, then pretend to pause in confusion when I look at her. "Did you run into a friend?"

Ace seems to catch on to my strategy instantly, wrapping an arm around my waist and giving me a kiss on the lips, a clear hint at what's supposedly between us.

"Excuse me?!" she huffs, glaring at me.

"Alexa, this is my ex, Tiffany. Tiff, this is my girlfriend, Alexa. We've been together for three months."

"Nice to meet you!" I smile with enthusiasm faker than a two-dollar bill.

Her face turns red with fury as I approach her and greet her as we do in Spain, with a kiss on each cheek. As I step back and return to my fake boyfriend's arms, I can see she's about to explode, and I have to resist the urge to laugh at how comical the whole situation is.

"Nice to meet you, my ass! You're not my honey bun's girlfriend!"

I nearly choke on the sip of my drink, covering my laughter with a cough at how ridiculous that sounds. When all this is over, I'm going to have a good laugh at Ace forever for dating this... intense girl.

"Tiffany, please, stop making a fool of yourself. We broke up a year ago. Leave now, or I'll have to throw you out," Ace warns patiently.

"But, but..."

Tiffany stammers, looking around as if trying to find any excuse to stay and keep trying to convince him, but she's clearly cornered. With a sigh of defeat, she looks at Ace one last time, pleading with her eyes for him to return to her arms in a desperate attempt. She holds the gaze for nearly half a minute before finally giving up and walking away.

Before I can start my session of laughter at Ace, he signals one of the bouncers to come over. With a few words, he tells him not to let Tiffany into the club while he's inside. After giving the order, he finally turns to look at me with a resigned expression, as if he's just been sentenced to death.

"Alright, you can start now."

"I don't know what you're talking about, honey bun," I reply with all the seriousness in the world, even though I'm about to burst out laughing inside.

"Damn, you've barely seen her for five minutes and already have enough ammo to bust my balls for the next twenty years."

"Well, it's not like I'm going to stay quiet after that wonderful display of adorable love!" I say, finally breaking into laughter. "How could you date that Barbie Totally Hair? Did you have a stroke and think it would be a good idea to brush her lustrous hair for the rest of your life?"

"First of all, she wasn't crazy when I met her, and secondly, do I need to remind you about the slicked-back Action Man you were screwing just three months ago?"

I flip him off as I take a long sip from my glass, unable to wipe the smile off my face. The situation is too funny not to laugh, especially since he's the first to endlessly tease me about sleeping with Travis.

"You said it yourself; I was just screwing him. At some point in your life, your neurons connected to decide that, yes, you wanted to date her. You really have the worst taste!"

"I must have bad taste because look who I came to the club with. Grab your phone, the Loch Ness Monster is calling, asking you to stop copying its style."

"God, you like making out with the Loch Ness Monster? You're disgusting, dude," I say, pretending to gag and pushing him playfully.

He comes back towards me, laughing, finishing his drink before pulling me close, wrapping his arms around my waist. His lips find mine, melding into a passionate kiss, perfectly suited to the situation. Right now, we're two flames feeding off each other, burning even brighter. It's been three months of unresolved sexual tension, and it shows in the little sparks I feel every time we touch.

A familiar melody reaches my ears, and I can't help but think how perfectly the lyrics describe us. As Rauw Alejandro's voice sings the opening lines of Desesperados, I start moving my hips sensually against him to the rhythm of the music. It doesn't take long to feel his hands gripping my ass, guiding me so our bodies fit together in a heated, sexual embrace. I bring my lips close to his, just millimeters apart, brushing against them as I murmur the lyrics. Ace steals several wet kisses, but I make sure our lips never fully touch, teasing him.

As I turn around, I feel his growing erection against my backside while his hands grip my hips, moving them to his liking, seeking the friction to relieve his carnal, eager desire. I myself feel my body engulfed in flames, unable to think of anything other than having him in every possible way, feeling him inside me until I forget my own name.

"You're playing with fire, bunny, and I'm not sure if you're ready to get burned..." His voice, thick with desire, caresses my ear as his hand ventures under my skirt, nearing my damp underwear.

I need to feel his body against mine, to feel everything his touch promises. I need to get rid of these stupid clothes that separate us and have him inside me until we burn through the desire that's been growing inside me for months. I can't help it; I've stopped thinking, and my instincts have taken over.

Ace exhales a ragged breath against my mouth, grabbing my ass to guide my movements. His mouth leaves mine and finds the curve of my neck, biting and sucking at my skin, leaving marks wherever he goes. When his fingers caress my sex through the fabric of my thong, a strangled moan escapes my lips, and I grab his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with my long nails. I can feel his breathing getting heavier, and the heat inside me is becoming unbearable. I don't have enough self-control to hold back any longer.

"Shall we go home, gorgeous?" he murmurs in my ear with a raspy voice, marked by the desire he feels.

"Yes, please, let's leave..."

•

Clothes fall to the floor as soon as we step into his house, leaving a trail straight to his bedroom. Ace carries me in his arms while I peel off my glittery top and throw it wherever. His mouth goes straight to my chest, marking my skin wherever he goes, eliciting soft moans from my lips. We're both driven purely by passion, needing each other after enduring three months of pretending nothing was happening when we both knew what we wanted and desperately needed.

I quickly take off his shirt, tossing it along the way to the bedroom, moaning as I scratch his scalp when his teeth capture one of my nipples, his tongue playing with it as he pleases. Instinctively, I move my hips against his erection, making him groan against my skin.

By the time we reach his bed, I'm already completely naked and waste no time stripping him of the rest of his clothes. I've never seen him naked before, and I take a moment to step back and admire his body in the moonlight. He's absolutely perfect, like a fallen angel on Earth. His skin is adorned with ink except for his legs, and I can't help but stare at his length, impressed by its size. There's not a single inch of him that isn't utterly perfect, incomparable to anything I've ever seen before.

"You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are."

His voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I smile, noticing for the first time tonight the way he's looking at me, as if I were the most beautiful masterpiece he's ever seen. I've never felt more beautiful than now, with him looking at me like that. There aren't enough compliments that could compare to how he's making me feel just with his gaze.

"And you're an angel."

My whisper makes him chuckle softly before closing the distance between us to kiss me once more, his hands caressing every inch of my body. The atmosphere in the room has shifted almost imperceptibly, but we both notice it. The passion has given way to something much deeper and more complex, something I don't even dare to name. We're no longer in a rush, now taking our time to caress, kiss, and admire each other with the patience the moment deserves. It's no longer just about resolving the sexual tension but fulfilling a need rooted deep within us that has little to do with emotionless sex. We've finally decided to accept the truth we've been trying to ignore.

We have the whole night to love each other as our hearts desire.

"Do you have any idea how long I've desired you?" he whispers as he leaves wet kisses across my chest, trailing down my bare belly, marking every inch of my skin his lips touch. "How long I've wanted to taste you...?"

The sight of his curls over my sex makes me bite my lip, breathing more heavily. When he starts kissing my clit, teasing me, I moan in desperation, grabbing his hair instinctively.

"Don't play games, please, I need to feel you now, Ace..."

I see him look up, and the way his blue eyes darken with desire when he looks at me ignites that fire in my lower belly even more. That's when I feel one of his fingers inside me, making me moan. Before I can react, his tongue expertly moves over my clit, combining the two actions to bring me closer and closer to ecstasy.

The pleasure makes me close my eyes and arch my back, tugging at his hair to guide his movements. Soon, another finger joins the first, making its way to start brushing that spot inside me that clouds my judgment.

"Ace, keep going, please!" I moan, moving my hips against him so his fingers can fuck me the way I need.

He obeys eagerly, increasing the speed of his tongue. A third finger joins the others, and I finally lose control, reaching the best orgasm of my life. Moaning, I let go against his mouth, which follows me as I climax. When I come, Ace pulls back, and the sight of his chin glistening with my fluids turns me on even more.

"Damn, you taste even better than I imagined," he sighs, positioning himself over me until our lips brush and I can taste myself on them. "And now that I know how tight you are, I need to feel it more than ever."

"And what are you waiting for?"

My breathless reply is met with his deep laugh before he kisses me fiercely. His hips grind against me, and my sex demands to be filled again, craving him like never before. As one of his hands caresses my breast, the other searches for a condom in the bedside drawer. Ace breaks the kiss to tear the wrapper open with his teeth, putting it on and positioning himself at my entrance. He stands tall with a mischievous half-smile, teasing my entrance with his cock, making me let out a needy whimper.

I open my mouth to scold him, but before I can say anything, Ace grabs my hips and thrusts into me fully, making me moan in pure pleasure instead. His length fills me deliciously, grazing all of the spots inside me that drive me crazy, and I can't help but dig my nails into his arms. Ace lets out a deep groan, allowing my walls to adjust to him before starting to move. His rhythm is slow, sensual, and I feel it pushing me to madness when he leans in to kiss me passionately.

Though the speed of his actions doesn't increase, he goes deeper with each thrust, drawing moans of pure pleasure from me. It doesn't take long for him to find my sweet spot, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. His mouth muffles my moans, kissing me with such intense love that it drives me over the edge. A second, much more intense orgasm washes over me, and I scratch the tense muscles of his back.

Tonight, all I want is to have Ace Hale in every way possible.

•

When the soft orange light of the first seconds of dawn bathes his naked body, my eyes are fixed on his.

Our bodies are covered in sweat and marks from our respective lips, evidence of what we've been doing all night. Despite having been awake for almost twenty-four hours, I am not tired at all; on the contrary, I am more awake than ever. I don't even want to close my eyes and miss the beautiful sight that he is at this very moment.

At that moment, his eyes, which had been roaming my body partially covered by the sheet, meet mine and smile. We don't need words; the last few hours have spoken for us. Our caresses, moans, affections, and orgasms are all the communication we need to convey what we've been keeping inside.

I've never felt more loved than I do now.

His hand moves from my hip to gently caress my cheek, making me smile. I can't stop looking at him, I couldn't take my eyes off his sapphire eyes even if I wanted to. My gaze says everything my lips remain silent about, and I don't intend to hide any longer.

I love him.

I love him more than I thought possible, but right now it's just a spark of love that will become a bonfire over time. Everything I believed about love, everything I was convinced of, blew up the first day our lips met. I firmly believed that love only existed in novels until I saw how his eyes looked at me in the moonlight. I thought love didn't exist until our bodies merged into one.

I laughed at love until I saw it in his eyes when they met mine.

"You are the most beautiful thing I will ever see," he whispers adoringly.

My cheeks flush even more, and I close my eyes as he leans in to kiss me. I wish I could press the pause button on my life and stay in this moment forever, just him and me with no one to bother us.

"Ace."

"What is it, baby?"

"I love you."

His smile widens at hearing those two simple words full of meaning, and I see the purest happiness a person can feel in his eyes.

"And I love you more, bunny."

That affectionate nickname, born from one of his jokes at my expense, no longer sounds empty. Now it's mine, ours, one of the many things we share. A bomb of butterflies explodes in my chest when I hear him say he loves me, and I want to jump, sing, laugh... I am the luckiest person in the universe and hadn't realized it until just a few hours ago.

"You are my serendipity."

"Your what?" he asks, slightly confused but still smiling.

"My serendipity," I repeat while caressing his chest. "Serendipity is a valuable finding that happens by chance or accident. I didn't believe in love, I thought you lived and died alone until, without meaning to, I found you. You are my serendipity, my accidental discovery that I never imagined finding but desperately needed without knowing it."

My reflection surprises him, I can see it in his eyes. He looks like a child on Christmas day, full of pure emotion he doesn't know how to handle. I identify and understand perfectly because I feel exactly the same as him.

"You are not my serendipity," he responds after a few seconds. "My discovery wasn't accidental or by chance because I had been waiting for you all my life."

I can't help but get emotional with his words, as beautiful as the way he looks at me. I don't realize I have tears in my eyes until I feel one fall on my cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips as if to assure me without words that everything is fine.

"I don't deserve you, you know?" I whisper, smiling with tears in my eyes. "But I don't care. I want to be with you, I want to share everything with you like we have tonight, and right now nothing else matters. Just you."

"Don't say that, please. You are more than enough, you are wonderful. You are what poets refer to when they try to describe the beloved object without succeeding. I am the luckiest man in the world to be here with you, listening to you say all these beautiful things. And don't worry, baby. I am all yours, now and always."

This time I am the one who bridges the gap between us to kiss him, pressing our chests together to try to be as close to him as possible. If I could somehow merge my body with his, I would do it without hesitation, but we have already been trying all night and haven't quite achieved it.

"And I am yours, all yours."

He smiles and caresses my waist, feeling all my curves with his hand, and I see his eyes filled with love and admiration.

"I want to do things right, exactly as you deserve. So..." He pauses and sits up slightly, taking my hand. "Alexa Arden, my little bunny with the soul of a summer storm: would you go on a date with me tomorrow?"

His question is followed by a kiss on the back of my hand and an expectant look, as if he doesn't know what I am going to answer despite everything that has happened tonight.

"Nothing would please me more than to go on a date with you tomorrow, Ace Hale."

FINALLYYY!!!

After 18 chapters, we finally have their beautiful first time and it's all I imagined 🥰 did you like it? How do you expect their date to be like?

I'll be reading you! ❤️