Since that short driving lesson, Ace had changed. 

It wasn’t subtle either, it was deliberate, obvious, and almost cruel in its silence. He acted like I didn’t exist. No more lingering smirks, no teasing remarks, no sly touches. Not even glances. 

I thought I’d welcome it. I thought the absence of his boldness would bring me peace. But instead, it was like sitting in a room with a thunderstorm hovering outside the window, quiet for now, but charged with tension, as if something ...