LOVE MAKES US FOOLS

AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW. He looked down at me with a smirk before bending so he could capture my lips in a soft kiss. If there was anything I knew about Ace, it was how much he enjoyed kissing me. The guy just cannot get enough of my lips, and who am I to deny him? I kissed him back with as much passion and….well, love, smiling against his lips, as he grabbed my ass, before smacking it. I gasped at the hot contact against my flesh, and Ace took that chance to insert his tongue into my mouth. The moment our tongues connected, he groaned into my mouth and kissed with even more passion. I followed his lead, letting him pull me further into the daze he always keeps me in. A few minutes later, he pulled away from me, choosing to feast on my neck instead, as he kissed my neck and shoulders with equal passion as earlier. “Ace.” I giggled at the ticklish feel of his slight stubble prickling against my neck. “That tickles.” “Hmm, baby.” He groaned, the sound deep and guttural. “I missed you.” H