I stayed in the room while the boys played, though I wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to be alone. Maybe it was because Ace’s presence still calmed the lingering remnants of the dream. Or maybe it was because part of me didn’t trust Michael—not after the way his smirk lingered a little too long, or the way he blew kisses when he thought Ace wasn’t looking. 

Either way, I remained there. 

Ace sat cross-legged, controller in hand, completely absorbed, ...