I jolted up from my nightmare.

Ace wasn't beside me and I couldn't remember much from last night. I remember drinking wine, getting sick and then he asked me to the dance. I tried harder to remember the conversations between but it was mostly a blur.

I stared at my hand, remembering that I held his as I fell asleep. My cheeks flushed at the memories that came flooding back only to get a massive migraine. I held my head in pain as I heard heavy footsteps approaching the room.

Ace strolled in.

"You're awake." His tone was back to being blatant and lifeless.

"Yeah." I sighed, my hand still...