Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 7

Okay kids, stand in line.

Do not read after __________ if you are innocent at heart. Just don't.

It has masturbation scene. And not just a simple one, it has a graphic depiction of a memory.

That is it. Disperse.

I am The Big Bad Wolf.

You little red riding hoods, should really watch were you are going. I could gobble you up.

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"I can come with you, if you want."

"No, Tristian, I will be fine. You know, how crowds make me restless."

He smiled.

"Stay close to your friends. You will be fine."

He patted my cheek. Did his palm linger a second more than necessary?

We both looked away.

He had dropped me off at the bus station. He did not have to, but he said if he could lessen my nervousness for a bit, he would, and he did.

"Send me a text when you reach there? So I could breathe a bit easier?" He chuckled trying to make it funny.

I nodded smiling.

I had a phone for college purposes. And I had decided I would never give it to an outsider. But Tristian was not an outsider, right?

He was my friend. A kind friend.

He refused to leave until I left the station which was... friendly?

He did not have my number although I had his.

Got into the bus safely.

I sent him the text before I could chicken out. I watched as he took his phone out and frowned.

Then understanding crossed his eyes and he laughed; his eyes beaming.

He waved his hands and I waved back too.

The nervousness only came back after the party was on full swing.

That feeling of something was going to happen, wormed into my heart.

Tristian had said mom would understand if I told her that I would be leaving the party early. She would understand, but she would not be happy.

So, I took his advice and spent whole day with her in her office, letting her shower me with her affection, so it would hurt less.

Tristian was an amazing friend. He was very intelligent too.

He worked as a statistical analyst.

Just boring work actually, he brought one of his work to lunch the other day, and it was just a stack of papers.

But when he changed the numbers the graph colour changed from green to red and he tried to make it sound cool but... he said it paid well.

He admitted he was bored out of his mind half the time and that made me smile.

There was so much ambiguity in making decisions in this field and that was something I was could not understand.

He said nothing was truly black and white, there was always room for fluctuations.

I had decided my robots were better and he laughed hard.

He said he could help me with investing some money in their schemes but I told him about Jason and how he took care of it.