Ace
He hummed, "Still gets me so fucking hard knowing that you're capable of murder..."
"You're incorrigible."
He pulled back, eyes glimmering down at me with amusement, "I love you," his smile was warm when he went on, "and I know you love me because who wouldn't."
"Someone has a very high opinion of themselves," I scoffed but I couldn't help but reciprocate his smile.
"That's beside the point," Ace chuckled, looking ages younger while being his jovial self.
"And what is the point, Ace?" I quizzed with a quirked brow.