"Sure. Can you be my girlfriend?" Ace asked, his voice muffled against her cleavage. The warmth of her skin, combined with his tongue accidentally grazing her cleavage, sent a shiver down his spine. Meanwhile, his hand continued kneading her ass with shameless enthusiasm.
Delores was momentarily stunned. Not just by his words, but by the sheer boldness of his actions. Did this kid know no fear? Or was he aware that she was beginning to favor him and was just that confident she'd let him get away with his mischief? She had to admit—his direct approach did catch her off guard.
"Nope," she shot him down without hesitation, regaining her composure she listed the reasons why she rejected him, "You're too young for my taste. And I highly doubt you'd be able to satisfy me." With that, she flew them toward the ground to retrieve the cursed tool, intending to regroup with Matthews and Evil Eyes.
Ace, however, was persistent.
