When I woke up several hours later, Ace was already looking down at me, lovingly running a hand through my hair. I smiled up at him and yawned, stretching my arms out to the sides.

“You slept for nine hours,” Ace murmured, his voice deep with sleep.

The sound of it made my blood heat.

“It’s nearly five o’clock. I had to text your parents from your phone so they wouldn’t think you’d gone missing.”

I sighed and nuzzled into him. I felt so refreshed. It was such a relief. “When did you wake up? Please tell me you slept too.”

“I slept. I woke up about an hour ago.”...