Page 6 of My One Rule

“Something a little more comfy?”

Ace looks himself over in the mirror, then to me again. “You’re right.”

The cum starts to seep through my fingers and I race to the bathroom.

Ace is back in the room changing while I use the toilet and fix my sex hair. I kinda like how long and curly it’s gotten in the back and sides. I’ve been waiting for his dad to say something, but he hasn’t and I’m not gonna offer.

Once I’m done cleaning up, I dive back into the bed.

Two

Ace

I spin in a circle for my boyfriend.

“You look cute!”

It’s odd being in board shorts, a white top and the matching over shirt. I almost miss my fancy clothes. But what he says, goes.

“Don’t forget your sunglasses,” he adds.

I do as I’m told and clip them around the collar of my tee.

Oliver laying in the bed dampens my excitement to leave the room and explore with him.

“Can you stop looking so cuddly?” I ask, fighting the urge to strip.

He laughs and it’s so nice to see the sadness lifted from his face. I can tell he’s been struggling since having to delay starting school and everything with his parents.

“I’m serious, Ollie,” I say, throwing myself on the bed next to him. “You’re destroying my resolve to be productive today.”

We only have a couple days here and I want him to get his mind off all the craziness.

Instead of helping, he burrows his head into the pillow and gives me the sweetest expression.

I want to ask him how he’s doing, if he wants to talk about anything. I opt to pull him from the bed, fearful of bringing the fog back now that it’s finally cleared.

“Let’s go get ice cream.”

“Okay!”

I laugh.

We race to the door and once down the stairs, we go hand in hand around the resort. I try to ignore the budding nerves that people will see us and recognize us.

With my free hand I put on my sunglasses and decide to buy a fedora or some sort of hat when we get to the little store.

“This place is huge,” Oliver says in wonder.

I thought it’d be sad bringing him to one of the last places I spent time with my parents and Hannah before she died. I’m worried more emotions will come later, for now though, it’s magical.

“Do you want to look at all the pools first or-”

He cuts me off. “Ice cream, please.”

“Okay,” I say, trying not to laugh at him and his goofy smile.

As if I don’t keep ice cream stocked in the kitchen for him at all times.

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