Something between Us

Chapter 13.

Are you allowed to come to my place tonight?
I roll my eyes reading the text message in my mind, I hear Chases arrogant voice as I read it.
Piss off. Why wouldn't I be allowed?
I'll give you a clue, he's your boyfriend. Lol.
I don't reply straight away. He's not completely wrong but it's my choice to stay away, even though I don't want to.
Oh bite me.
With pleasure ;)
I blush at his uncharacteristically cheeky reply.
Well.. my place. 830?
He texts me again when I don't reply.
Perfect.

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Chase has opened the door before I've even crossed the street to his house, the closer I get to his house I notice he's stood against the small wooden frame of the door.
His head is resting to the side on the wood wearing the most beautifully painted smile.
He's so effortlessly sexy; his muscular arms crossed over his toned chest, grey jogger bottoms clinging to his thighs, I can't help but stare. My tongue it practically wagging like a hungry dog.
I realise I've just called him sexy, and in that moment  finally admit to myself that I do. I find Chase extremely sexy. The way he bites his lip when he's being cheeky, how he raises his eyebrow at practically anything.
His smile is so wide the edge of his lips meet his angelic eyes.
He notices me staring and coughs a little, "sorry you just look-" I start talking before I've even decided what to say.
He looks at me with intense curiosity a small smirk flickers.
"I look what?" His voice is husky, damn even his voice is sexy.
"Al," he presses, amused by my scrambled mind.
I don't give in.
"Are you going to make me stand out here all night? Or are you going to let me in," I say changing the subject.
"Tell me what you were going to say first," he raises his brow, testing me.
"Is that a yes or a no." I still stick with my new subject choice, avoiding answering his question.
I laugh a little, hoping he'll finally stop trying to get me to admit I was gawking at his delightful body.
To my surprise he moves to the side, gesturing for me to enter the house. He doesn't pressure me anymore.
I walk into the familiar house, the white walls are covered in family photos, the wooden floor with the same fluffy grey grey rug. I smile at the nostalgia, I'm shocked when Chase comes behind me to help me out of my jacket, always the gentleman. How did I forget this about him, really it's not been that long since Chase and I last spoke, the summer of Junior year was our last stint together. 
"Do you think you'll ever get sick of gawking at my body."
Chase whispers into my ear as he pulls off my jacket making the hairs in my neck stand up.
I cough clearing my throat, hearing a sinister laugh from Chase.
After putting my jacket on the coat holder he leads the way to the kitchen. I follow, finding myself more nervous than I was before I entered the house.
"Hey Al, it's cool," he shrugs, leaning against the marble kitchen island.
"We've both grown up," he says eyeing my body up and down, like a lion eyes it's prey.
"A lot."
I gulp the tension between my thighs building under the intense way Chase is undressing me with his eyes. 
"Seriously Al, you look good," his voice is horse.
He runs his tongue over his gleaming teeth as his eyes scan my body.
He's not even trying to hide it. I feel my body temperature rising drastically under his intense gaze. He grabs an apple from the fruit bowl close to where he's leaning.
He never takes his eyes off me even has he takes a bite,  how can he make that look sexy. I am doomed.
"You got hot."
I say before I have the chance to tell my mouth to shut the hell up.
My face definitely resembles a beetroot right now. Chase stalks closer to me. I back into the corner of the kitchen work top. Chase has me cornered into a triangle. He traps me, using his body as my prison. He stretches both arms out in front of him resting at either side of me. Looking me in. He must sense me anxiety at our level of closeness, a huge smile covers his face he bites the side of his cheek to stop a laugh escaping his mouth.
He brings his face closer or mine, "I guess I was wrong?" I look at him confused.
"squats must work after all,"
I smirk a little,  realisation hits that Chase has been checking me out. I find myself liking that idea, a lot more than I should.
He's set something alight within me and a newfound confidence surface. I lean forward, bringing my face closer to Chases.
"Yeah, they do actually," I say smug, I lean in a little closer now, feeling brave I whisper in his ear, "you've obviously noticed quite a lot."
I can feel him squirm a little and I like the power. I lean back a little to look at his face,  keeping the space between us minimal.
"Indeed I have."
W stay like this for a while staring at each other, an unspoken conversation filling the kitchen. I don't know where this chemistry has came from, or why now. But I like it, a lot.