Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
“You do not tell me to shut up, Aodhan O’Malley,” she snarled, ready to deliver another impassioned speech. And then he was in front of her, fingertips brushing her cheek. She had to tilt her head way back to look at him, and she broke off with a splutter.
“You just make me!” she exclaimed instead, lamely. She resisted the urge to back up a step. Or move forward a step. “What the hell are you smiling about? You think this is funny? When we both know perfectly well I’m not your type, not one of those fly-by-night once-and-done bitches that aren’t good enough for you — !”
It rather took some of the force out of it to be saying all that to his bare chest, or having to look up a solid foot at him. She growled.
“Shut up,” Ace repeated with a grin. He meant no disrespect when he said this; complete amusement and adoration in his eyes as he saw the girl’s train of thought derail right before him.
He couldn’t help but feel flattered at how strongly she felt about him, and his stupid long legs and his stupid skin and his stupid smiles, but also incredulous that she’s found that side of him he doesn’t even bother to show, all on her own.
“I think you’re adorable,” he said, one hand trained at the small of her back as he drew her nearer.
“I have a type, apparently, and those that fit the criteria… aren’t good enough for me. Well, Summer, if they aren’t, then who is?”
“Someone who /cares/ about you,” she stumbled, unnerved by his reactions. “And I’m not … adorable.” Summer had no choice about looking up at him now, feeling very odd as she looked up at his grin.
He had her totally pinned against him now, unless she struggled. She felt like she couldn’t breathe for how near he was.
“Ace, don’t — don’t play with me,” she whispered. She pressed her hands against his chest, like she was going to push him away, but didn’t push.