When I woke up the next morning, Ace was kneading my bare boob.

I wish I was kidding.

His huge body spooned me from behind, and his heavy breathing told me he was still dead asleep, but his hand had traveled under my shirt and was groping my left boob.

I couldn’t believe it. Ace changes the subject every time I try to talk to him about our relationship and then goes and pulls this shit?

We still had about an hour before my alarm would go off, but there was no way I was going to be able to fall back asleep if he continued using my tit as...