In no time Ace had me on my back, pinned to the floor. His legs straddled around my waist, hands gripped around my shirt collar.

We were wrestling for real.

And that’s when I felt him. His belt buckle was still undone, and he was still somewhat firm, pressing against me, as if his anger sustained it.

And when I think about it now, maybe that’s when I knew. Knew for sure about myself. Because as much as it scared me, it didn’t feel wrong.

“You think you big now?” Ace said, shaking me.

I couldn’t put up a fight. Not that it mattered, and not that I wanted to. I had gotten almost everything I wanted. A reaction. Something to let me know that Ace still saw me.