Being with Ace was no longer a fantasy, but it was still a dream come true. I’d found my prince, and the prince was a frat boy who had terrible taste in television, got bad breath in the morning like the rest of us, and desperately needed someone to vacuum his floor. But he was mine. Against all odds, Ace Collins had admired me. Had conquered my insecurity, vanquished my doubts. He was, without a doubt, a brave man.
