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Chapter-17

sᴛᴀʀʀʏ ᴇʏᴇs sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴ' ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
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We're standing outside Chase's parents' house. I don't know how I landed myself in this position. I didn't even agree, yet here I am. After we agreed on why I need to accompany him yesterday, he told me that I owe him. I don't know for what but I tend to forget things alot, he made a fool of me.

Brat.

The said brat is standing beside me, dressed in a black button-up with black slacks, looking hot whereas I'm wearing an olive-colored wrap dress that stops mid-thigh. I decided to leave my hair open.

He holds my pinky with his hand to pull me inside but I stay glued to my place. "I don't think I can do this." I tell him, pulling my hand back.

"What? What's wrong now?" He asks, frowning.

"Your father hates me! Is that not wrong enough?" I exhale through my mouth. "Why am I even here in the first place?!" I run a hand through my hair.

"Because you-"

"Chase I swear to god, If you say I owe you one more time, I'll stab you with my non-existent heel." I warn him, he shuts up. So he was going to say I owe him.

"Let's go in." He says instead.

"Nope. I broke your father's nose, remember? He'll throw me out and I'm saving myself from the embarrassment." I tell him. Still glued to my place.

He looks at me and then at the entrance. "Get your ass moving before I drag you in." He says, I know he's not kidding from his tone.

He holds my wrist this time but I hold his hand. "Hey dude, I think I need a hug." I tell him honestly. I don't have to look down at my hands that are shivering due to stress. I'm not scared of his father, I'm just not ready to hear the things he has to say about me. I can act like I don't care about what he says but the harsh words people say in anger keep me awake at night, overthinking. Luke always gives me bear hugs to calm me down when I have to meet my mother.

He looks like he doesn't know what a hug is. Just my luck.

"Okay." He says after a good couple of minutes, but makes no move to give me that hug. I think I need to do all the work.

I turn towards him, looking at his neck. I'm not going to look into his eyes, he's probably glaring at me. Where do I wrap my hands? Around the neck or torso? He'll get mad on either option. God, it's a bad idea. I could've asked for a hug from a stranger and didn't have to think about it so much, but it's Chase. He hates people's touch.

I slowly raise my hands around his waist, not touching him. I'm scared. Do it. My subconscious yells. I take a step forward, breathing in his expensive scent. God, he smells so nice.

As soon as my hands touched him, he stiffened. I keep my head on his chest and count to 5 before releasing him as he made no move to reciprocate the hug.

As I was taking a step back, he tugged at my wrist and hugged me, breathing in my hair. His heartbeat is so fast right now, I don't think mine is any different.

I don't know for how long we stand there but the sound of a car startled me, making me stumble back. I don't look at Chase but at the car. It looks fascinating right now.

Caden stepped out of the car, smirking at us. "So you finally manned up huh?" He asks no one in particular.

Chase grumbles some words under his breath before holding my little finger again and pulling me inside. He rings the bell and my nerves are a mess again.