Shanks, the lovely neighbor that he was (and neighborhood drunk), was throwing his semi-annual block party. You were new to the neighborhood but you’d been friends with a lot of the people at the party since you all went to school together or knew them from the community.

You were going around talking to a few people before you ended up getting roped into a conversation with Ace on a porch swing. He had been shamelessly flirting with you, of course, as he was known to be good with the ladies.

The topic of working out came up and you mentioned how you’d been working out lately and were definitely getting strong arms. He was teasing you so you flexed your arm which earned a laugh from him. He poked the muscle in your arm, shaking his head as he spoke with a laugh. “It’s not even tight.”

“Well, maybe i’m tight in other places.” You responded before thinking. That definitely did not come out how you wanted it to because that was quite far off from what you were wanting to say.

Ace perked up, his grin getting bigger as he leaned in slightly so you’d hear him better. “You wouldn’t be anymore if I got the chance to get you in my bed.”