Chapter 182: push and pull
Malik
His eyes widened and the shock across his face was starkly obvious as he blinked at me before his eyes darted down to settle on the flower, then back on my face.
A small amount of silence dragged out between us before he let out a small laugh which sounded nervous to my own ears.
"I- what?" He started and I could feel myself starting to grow embarrassed: this wasn’t something I’ve done before, so it wasn’t like I was a pro or anything. I’ve never even done this before, and I realized that I wasn’t even sure of what I was currently doing. I had gotten the flowers impulsively and now I wasn’t sure of what I was hoping would represent Ace. Obviously it would give away the fact that I liked him, and I wasn’t Syed if that was a good idea, considering the fact that he might not like me like that, even though Jason said ridu told him that was all Ace spoke to him about. Perhaps he only ranted about hating me and wishing he could kill one from start to finish and that was it. So how the hell does that translate to him liking me?
"They’re got you." I grunted, voice sharper than I intended and I winced, silently cursing as Ace narrowed his gaze at me, a suspicious look across his face.
"Why? What’s this supposed to mean? Is this your idea of a joke?" He questioned as he folded his arms and my eyes instantly landed on the way his lean muscles bulged slightly. Gods, he was so fuvking hot. He was tall, but I was taller. My height didn’t ever deter him or stop him from mouthing off at me constantly. His face was handsome in a really striking way. He was pretty, but not as pretty as a girl, it was more in a handsome, manly way, and I was kind of obsessed with how he looks. His eyes were blue in color and each tone they glared at me, I had to remind myself to not get hard, but sometimes I always end up forgetting that warning anyway.
"As a matter of fact, it isn’t. I got them for you because I thought you’d like it." I responded smoothly, voice no longer tight and Ace peered at me in confusion, clearly trying to figure out if there was a game I was playing at. I rolled my eyes, not blaming him one bit. I stepped closer to him, watching as his throat bobbed but he held his ground and refused to inch backward.
Good, that’s exactly what I liked about him. He was daring and confident and cocky and loud and all of that got to me way lore than it should. Perhaps it was because I was tired of people being putty in my hands without any sort of fight, it makes it feel boring at this point. Ace was like a fresh breath of air, he was refreshing, he was funny, and also very smart. Which was honestly why we argued a lot, because I didn’t like to agree with him even though he was clearly right in a situation, I prefer to insist on an obviously wrong question just to get him worked up and make him argue with me. He always looked so hot with his nose flaring with anger and his hands clenched in fists like he’d wish to punch me.
"Why though? You hate me, don’t you? So why are you getting me flowers?" He asked, blinking up at me. His lashes were no longer wet but they were still curled sexily and I had to physically force myself to not lean into his throat and take in a deep inhale of his citrusy scent which was quickly becoming my favorite scent out there.