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.
“I — you really think this is a game.” Her voice was much flatter, bewildered and hurt. All the anger vanished, and she searched his blue eyes for a long moment.
“What do you want from me, Ace? Just … just take it and go.” Summer dropped her hand, standing limply in the circle of his arms. “I just wish you’d be honest to me.”
“Nothing about this conversation is fun to me. Having you in my arms is the only expection.” He admitted the last part lowly, sheepishly, almost through bared teeth, but if it would keep her from hurting at his mixed-signals, so be it.
“You want me to be honest?” he asked, venom laden in his tone as he leant in close.
“Fine. I’m not good at this, but I know that all I want is… you.” That’s every ounce of truth he could muster and offer up to her. It’s her choice to take it or leave it.
“I don’t … ” She trailed off, jerked back to something, hope maybe; the emotional whiplash is painful too. “Can you … ” she tried again, and lost it. Without the driving force of anger, she didn’t know how to respond to him.
Should she, could she kiss him? Ask for more? Walk away — no, that wasn’t an option.
Tense, alert to any motion of rejection, Summer lifted up on her toes, reaching to pull his head down to hers.