Ace was going to carry Fay into her room, but subconsciously ended up in his room. As he laid her on his bed, he wiped the single tear that rolled down her face.
"Hey," he called.
She opened her eyes that were shut tight, and just stared at him. He was a beautiful man. She could never get tired of whispering that fact, albeit, deep in her heart.
His eyes were so blue, and so warm.When he was relaxed, they looked so clear. But when pissed, they darkened.
It fascinated her. Staring at him like this, intrigued her. A painting brought to life by the finest brush. Probably a golden one.
Yet, when she opened her mouth to speak, the first words that came out were not about his looks. "My Aunt isn't really going to be arrested, is she?" She asked in a barely audible voice.
He sighed when her words drifted into his ears. He could never understand sentimental attachments to family members who proved disruptive.
