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Chapter-21

ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
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"Why are we at your apartment?" I asked once he stopped the car. I thought we were going to have breakfast.

"I need to change idiot." He said as a matter of factly and stepped out. I followed him as he was leaving me behind.

He looked at me from the corner of his eye before looking forward. As we reached the elevator, a guy was already waiting there. We entered the lift, pressing the button to the respective floors.

I felt the guy's gaze on me as we stood there. I shifted a little closer to Chase.

There are two types of staring, the subtle one and the creepy one. This guy is not subtly staring, he's making it obvious that he's looking. On second thought, every type of staring is creepy. I was about to give him a piece of mind but he stepped out.

I hate the fact that people like him exist. They are the reason why other men are downgraded.

Once the elevator stopped, I walked out and waited for him to open instead of entering the code myself since I remember it now because I'm a nice person.

Leaving me in the hall, he quickly went upstairs to his room. I decided to use my phone in the meantime.

Me-so Caden, huh?

I texted Rome, but he didn't reply so I ended up scrolling Instagram.

I looked at Chase as he walked down the stairs. He has changed into his everyday formals. Fucking formals!

"You're wearing that?!" I ask, moving my finger up and down his body.

He frowns, stopping on the last stair. "What is wrong with this?"

"Everything."

"Excuse me." He narrows his eyes at me, then looks down at his clothes. He's wearing grey slacks with a white button-down, nuh-uh. He's not wearing that today.

I got up from the bar stool I was sitting on and walked toward him. "You're not wearing that." I say walking up the stairs. He's not following me.

I turn to look at him still frowning at his clothes, I roll my eyes before going back and holding his hand to drag him with me. "Come on, I'm hungry and my jaw hurts." I say, climbing the stairs.

I left his hand once we reached his room. I walk into his closet only to slip on some piece of clothing. Luckily Chase was just behind me to help me from falling. There's something wrong with today. It's break-Celeste-day.

"You could've kicked it aside." I say, standing up straight.

I look around the closet. There are neatly folded jeans and T-shirts. I pick up a random pair of jeans and throw them at him. "Oh my god, do you own anything other than black and white?" I ask, looking at the t-shirts.

"This is blue." He says, looking at the jeans.

"Shut up." I pick up a grey and a white t-shirt and turn towards him. "Which one?" I ask, holding them up. He takes the white one from me. I look at my shoes. I pick up the white Air force 1's. I'm surprised he has them, probably Caden bought 'em.

"Change." I tell him.

He looks at me blankly.

"What?" I ask.

"What? Get out." He says.

"Oh yeah right." I say, going out and closing the door. Five minutes later I banged on the door. "Are you done?" I ask but he doesn't reply. I stick my face to the door to hear what is he doing inside but he opens the door, making me fall. Again.

"You keep falling for me." He says, catching me yet again.

"That wasn't cheesy at all." I say, standing up.

"Shut up." He says, spraying his cologne almost on my face. "Eww, Now I'll smell like you." I say, scrunching up my nose. Just kidding, I loooove his smell.

"My jaw hurts." I tell to no one in particular.

"Do you want to ice it?" He asks.

"Nah, I'm cool." I'll just complain every 10 minutes. I didn't add the last part.

"Cool." He says as he hooks his fingers in the belt loop of my shorts and walks out, dragging me with him. Wot is this man doin'?

He stops in the kitchen, leaving my shorts. A second later, an ice pack is pressed on my jaw.

"Th-"

"Shut up." He says, taking my hand and keeping it on the ice pack.

Okay then.

He moves around in the kitchen, taking out things. I want to ask what is he doing but I'm shut up. He opens the big ass refrigerator and pours red liquid into a glass. Is he drinking wine in the morning? I want to ask but again, I'm shutting myself up.

He stands in front of me, keeping the glass beside me. I look up at him with my mouth open. This close proximity is giving me tickle-y feels down there. I feel his hands on my waist. Finally his eyes meet mine. Can I kiss him?

He lifts me up on the counter before my plans could go more out of my hands. He doesn't back away but moves closer parting my legs.

Are we going to kiss now?

He picks up the glass and inserts a straw in it. Where the hell did it come from? He lifts the glass up to my mouth, pushing the straw in my mouth.

"It's cranberry juice." He tells me, his voice deep. How am I supposed to drink this juice when my stomach is doing somersaults?

I sip some juice as he's looking at me. His hand unconsciously moves on my hip. I need to calm down.

Can he hear my heartbeat? Because it's beating too fucking fast.

I tear my gaze away from him and quickly finish the juice. As he was keeping the glass aside, a drop of juice fell on my chin. He noticed that and without any freaking warning, he kissed my chin like it was the most normal thing in the world. Just a centimetre away from my lips. Holy cow. Am I breathing alright? Ofcourse not. The ice pack fell from my hand the moment his lips touched my skin.

I clutched his t-shirt in my fist. He moved his eyes up from my chin. I take in a sharp breath. We're so close to each other right now. So close. I can see the light freckles on his nose. My eyes travel down to his lips. I kiss the mole near his lips, missing his mouth just by a millimetre. That was my dream to kiss that mole. I accomplished it today.

His free hand cups my cheek. The one on the face. His thumb is caressing my cheekbone. Okay, so I am doing it.

I inch closer to his mouth. I look up into his eyes only to find them closed. Letting out a shaky breath, I brush my lips against his. They're so soft. Softer than I imagined them to be. My one hand finds its way to his hair while the other one is still holding onto his t-shirt. His grip on my hip loosens as he wraps his arm around my waist tightly, pulling me closer.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer if it was possible and pressed my lips against his firmly this time. He wasn't responding so I bit his lower lip. He pulled my hair. I also pull back, kissing his neck.

Does he need a hickey? Hell yeah. My inner voice replies. I suck on his neck for a while and look at my artwork. More like..mouthwork.

I look up at him already looking at me and realisation dawns upon me. I kissed Chase. Holy fuck, I kissed Chase!

I left his t-shirt to wrap my hand around his neck and peck his lips one more time. He tastes like..made for me.

Pressing my forehead with his I say, "I liked that."

He smiles. He freaking smiles, dimples and all. That's all I need, for now.

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