“Shit.” Ace pulled my hand closer, pressing his lips to my skin.

Sparks exploded up my arm and I gasped.

“What?” I asked breathlessly. Whoa, I could hear my heart beating in my ears.

“You’re just really hot,” Ace explained. “You’re getting another fever.” He dropped my hand and threw his napkin on the table. “We need the bill.”

He looked around the restaurant, gritting his teeth when he noticed the waiter walking away from our table.

Another fever? As in the same sort of fever I got when Ace and I were eating dinner with my family? Did that mean that it could only be fixed by him giving...