Ace really didn't do nice, because it took more time than she had and produced far lesser results than just mercilessly doing whatever was right. And her mother had taught her the lesson early on - nice didn't always mean good. Nice often covered up wickedness and ugly truths under flattering words and a polite demeanor. Ace had never trusted nice. Not really.
So she didn't want to call this nice. It was more than that, anyway.
It was right.
Despite herself, she felt a grin tug at her lips when he laughed. She hadn't been kidding, was truly trying to scold him, but she so rarely made people laugh, she'd take it. Christian was the only one, as he so often was, who seemed to believe she could do something so normal as make a joke, and it was freeing. It made her feel human.
He released her and a strange shiver of disappointment followed, but she firmly stepped away and lifted her head. His request caused a twitch of her lips and she gave him an overly serious nod. And as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which in reality it probably was, she said, "Uh, yes, that's what I've been waiting for."
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