About a week had passed, and Ace was honoring his promise to keep his hands to himself.

And I was pretty sure I was about to lose my mind.

Yeah, I know, I know, I was the one who demanded he stop touching me in a sexual way. But I never believed he would be quite so capable of it.

But, oh no, he was more than capable; he was a fucking expert at keeping his hands to himself.

In fact, not only was he succeeding at not touching me sexually, but he was avoiding making any physical contact with me altogether.

I’m not kidding; it was as if I’d...