“What are you doing, Ace?” I hiss with my back against the coolness of the metal. “Are you trying to piss me off? Make me jealous?” he asks. “What?” I ask, perplexed. Make him jealous? “What are you talking about?” “You and Nate?” he growls, hurling goosebumps up my arms. “We’re just friends.” It’s not any of Ace’s business. His jaw clenches. “You know, like you and me,” I say, adding fuel to the fire. His eyebrows furrow together, and his eyes darken before he closes them—slowing his breathing.
