Page 106 of All I Feel

“What the fuck?”

“A little help, Ace. Why are you yelling at me?”

His hand shot out in front of him and gestured in my direction. “Are you planning a new career move?”

My brow furrowed as my head jerked back. He was making absolutely no sense. “What? No.”

“So, do you have a sudden interest in law school?”

At that question, it hit me. I glanced down at my body, where he’d indicated only moments earlier. I was wearing a sweatshirt over my nightie. It was a sweatshirt from Ryan’s law school. Returning my attention to Ace, I said, “Please tell me you aren’t being serious right now.”

His eyes narrowed on me. “Deadly.”

I shook my head, feeling such disappointment. “Ace, this isn’t a big deal. I just… I got up this morning, and I was cold.”

“So, you thought wearing your ex’s sweatshirt was a wise choice?” he countered. “You thought it seemed logical to wear the clothes of a man who cheated on you?”

“It wasn’t about that. I was cold, and it’s a comfortable sweatshirt. That’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then maybe, if you’re waking up in my bed, you should be putting on my sweatshirt.” He jabbed his thumb into his chest.

I couldn’t believe we were having an argument over this. “This is so unnecessary. You really want to fight with me about this?”

“I want to know why you think it’s okay to crawl out ofmybed and put on another man’s sweatshirt.”

Deep down, I guess I could see his point. But he was making a big deal out of nothing. Feeling frustrated, I walked out of the kitchen and made my way to the bedroom. “I’m not having this conversation,” I told him.

He followed behind me. “Why not? After everythingthat’s happened with you and between us recently, I think I’m entitled to an answer.”

I ignored that and stepped into the bedroom. Once there, I pulled out a pair of panties and slid them up my legs. Then I stepped into a pair of pants, whipped off the sweatshirt, and tossed my nightie beside it. Ace stood there, watching me as I put on my bra. Once I’d yanked a new shirt over my head, I held my hands out to the side and shouted, “Is this better? Am I dressed appropriately enough for you?”

“Why are you avoiding answering my question? Tell me why you thought it was okay to put on another man’s sweatshirt.”

“I already answered that question. It’s not my fault you refuse to listen to what I had to say.”

“Yeah, you said you were cold. That doesn’t explain to me why you put onthatsweatshirt, why you even thought to pack it and bring it here. Are there…” he trailed off and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are there what?”

Ace brought his hands to his hips, and I hated that I was so mad, because he looked unbelievably sexy. “Do you still have feelings for him? Did we rush this?”

My lips parted in shock. I was utterly astonished that Ace could believe something so ridiculous. The disbelief came out in a sound I couldn’t even describe. Unsure what I could possibly say in response to that, I went into the bathroom, gathered up my makeup and skincare products. After tossing them in a bag, I tucked it under my arm, returned to the bedroom, and snatched up my purse and phone.

I looked at Ace and felt my heart break. “I honestly can’t believe you said that.”

“And I don’t know what else to think,” he muttered. “Ican’t imagine you’d be thrilled to know I was not only holding on to some memento from an ex, but also that I was wearing it.”

“It’s a fucking sweatshirt, Ace. I woke up and wanted to make you breakfast this morning, but I was cold. My plan hadn’t been to make you jealous.”

“I’m not jealous of that motherfucker,” he spat.

“It sure feels like it to me since you’ve decided to ruin breakfast and our morning together over a sweatshirt,” I said before walking out of the bedroom.

Once again, Ace followed behind me. But I didn’t stop or turn around. I wasn’t sticking around for whatever other nonsense he wanted to spew at me.

As I was shoving my feet into my shoes at the front door, he asked, “So, that’s it, Tessa? You’re just going to walk out of here without resolving this?”

“That’s exactly it, Ace. I’m going to head to work early and finish getting myself ready there. And I’ll buy myself some lunch this afternoon so I don’t have to spend another minute here listening to you insult me.”