Ever since that kiss, I couldn't stop thinking about Ace's lips.

It was becoming a problem. Even though I have other problems, like the looks I get from some of the pack members, I still help with the little I can, hoping one day they will warm up to me.

I stood at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables for tonight's dinner, trying to focus on anything other than the way he'd touched my face. The way his thumb had traced my bottom lip. The way he'd kissed me like I was something ...