Almost Maybes

I Felt the Earth Move Under my Feet

Hadley’s POV:
As much as I had hoped that Moo-llennium Crunch and Bluebell, Alabama would have made me feel better, it had not. In fact, it had only made me feel worse. All it had done was leave me with a now empty ice cream cartoon, a belly that hurt from way too much sugar, and tears streaming down my face as I watched Wade and Zoe being their usual selves. Those two reminded me so much of Chase and I that it was scary. Well, minus the whole acting like we really hated each other. Literally everything else though was Chase and I’s friendship to a tee. And wouldn’t you figure, the episode that was currently playing was the episode where George and Lemon were supposed to get married and Wade and Zoe had ended up in a steamy lip lock after chasing a few escaped farm animals. Not only did the kiss remind me of Chase and I this morning but the damn goats that had escaped reminded me of the trip Chase and I had gone on where he made the decision that he was going to start raising bison. 

Just as tears had pooled in my eyes yet again, I heard a truck pulling into my drive. After hearing that truck so much over the years, I’d recognize it anywhere. Looks like God isn't feeling generous enough to grant me one day to get my shit together before I was going to have to face Chase. It would do no good to act like I wasn't home. My jeep was in the driveway. And even if it wasn't, Chase has had a key for as long as I’ve lived here, so he would just let himself in and wait for me to get back. Best to just get this over with. Before I could even think about going upstairs to put a bra or pants on, I heard the knob on my front door turning and it opening.  

“Hads! You home?” I heard Chase yelling as he walked through the house. Since the living room was in the back of the house, I heard Chase’s heavy boots clomping on my hardwoods. With each step closer to the living room, my heart started to beat faster and harder. “There you are.”

“What do you want, Chase?” I said as I tucked the blanket I had been wrapped up in tightly around me. I didn't even bother to look in his direction. Truth be known, I couldn't because I was scared tears would start falling as soon as I laid eyes on him. 

“Want to explain why the hell you snuck out the house like you did?” he asked as he came around the couch and sat down on the coffee table in front of me. 

“I couldn't face Chad.” I said, knowing that excuse sounded weak. 

“Bullshit Hads. There's more to it than that and you know it.”  

“What do you want me to say Chase?” I yelled, my emotions getting the best of me. “Do you want me to say that I couldn't look at your mama and not be reminded of how she caught us in bed naked? Do you want me to say that I couldn't face you after I almost ruined our friendship because my still buzzed brain thought it was a good idea to kiss you? What he fuck do you want from me Chase?”

“I want you to be happy dammit.” he said with a sigh. 

“Then leave.” I replied. 

“Hads-”

“Chase, I’m hung over, I feel like shit, and I got the shit embarrassed out of me not once, not twice but three fucking times today. I've reached my quota for bullshit the day.”

Next thing I knew, I was being kissed to within an inch of my life. Soft yet firm lips pressed against mine as big powerful hands tangled in my hair, tugging at the roots. I couldn't have helped the moan that escaped my lips if I had wanted to. It felt heavenly to finally have his lips pressed against mine, to taste his tongue on mine. Lifting my hands, I tangled them in his overly long hair and tugged, pulling a moan from him that matched my own from only moments ago.

Hands that had been tangled in my hair now tugged the blanket away from me, tossing it to the other end of the couch before they settled on my waist. His mouth never leaving mine, Chase lifted me off the couch and sat my feet on the ground. Large hands trailed down my spine pulling me flush against him before landing on my ass and squeezing so hard that I was sure I would have indentions on my ass tomorrow. Because of our closeness, I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into my belly.