There is no such thing as a bad idea.
As she agreed to join him, Ace gave her a bright smile. His voice was low with thinly veiled attraction and heavy with potential. "Perfect." His hand drifted back down to her side. It was no longer necessary without the crowd, but he did it nonetheless, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on her lower back as he walked them to the edge of the road. A few stragglers scattered when they saw the couple approach, leaving them alone next to a sparkling puddle of water. This particular section of rocks was covered in a cushioned moss that invited them to take a seat and lounge by the moonlit pool. Ace gestured for her to settle first before joining her side on the soft greenery.
He gave her a moment to take in their romantic setting as he drank a leisurely sip of his beer. It was refreshing after the strenuous exertion of the race, but he had something even more tempting for that. Letting his gaze settle on Sohalia, he let his words drawl. "I get the feeling you're not from Torchline." Maybe it's the pale skin or ignorant naivety or the fact that he'd never seen her in the area before. Whatever it was, he leaned in close as he listened attentively for her answer. At least he pretended to. All the while, his eyes lingered on her lips, resisting the urge to capture them in his teeth.
He gave her a moment to take in their romantic setting as he drank a leisurely sip of his beer. It was refreshing after the strenuous exertion of the race, but he had something even more tempting for that. Letting his gaze settle on Sohalia, he let his words drawl. "I get the feeling you're not from Torchline." Maybe it's the pale skin or ignorant naivety or the fact that he'd never seen her in the area before. Whatever it was, he leaned in close as he listened attentively for her answer. At least he pretended to. All the while, his eyes lingered on her lips, resisting the urge to capture them in his teeth.
Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.
Ace
