I Never Thought

Chapter 28

Exactly fifteen minutes after my phone call with Chase, I watched from my bedroom window when his car pulled into the driveway. For some reason, my hands were shaky and clammy, and my heart was racing. I tried to help my nervousness by having to keep reminding myself that he and I had known each other for our whole lives.

I made sure to brush my teeth and wash my face to rid of the evidence of me being sick earlier. I was feeling fully better, I figured it was the nerves of seeing him that helped the most. I sat on the edge of my bed when I heard the front door open and close. His footsteps coming down the hall were equivalent to a drumroll before a big act, at least that's what it seemed like to me. Seconds later, he emerged from my open doorway.

The first thing I noticed upon seeing him was his outfit. Why did I find it so attractive that he was wearing a navy sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows? It exposed his toned forearms, showing off the Rolex watch that I got him for his birthday last March. The way his black jeans fit him so snugly was also doing me no justice.

"Hey," he greeted me with a warm smile. He closed the door behind him, the clicking sound of the latch being locked brought me back to reality. I returned a smile as he walked to stand directly in front of me.

"Hi," I responded.

"Are you still feeling sick?" He asked softly.

"No. Not at all, it was just some bad meat. It's nothing to worry about," I told him.

"Okay, I'll take your word for it."

I placed my palms under my bare legs and swung my feet below me. He stepped closer and I watched as he placed his hand on the side of my neck. I shivered under his gentle touch.

"I've been thinking about you," his tone was light, so delicate.

"You have?" I asked and he nodded. I was happy that I wasn't the only one whose thoughts were consumed by thoughts of the other. This fact caused me to relax a bit.

"I've been thinking about you too," I admitted, and his smile grew.

"What about me?" He asked, lifting my chin so that I could look back at him after my eyes drifted away from his.

"You know, what we did last week," I whispered shyly.

"You mean when I made love to you?" He asked which then triggered an ecstatic jolt in the pit of my stomach. He had never said it like that before. The way he said 'made love' made me want to giggle.

"Yes."

"I want to do so many things to you," he whispered while never removing his eyes from mine. My whole body stilled, and my jaw dropped just the slightest. His chest was rising and falling from running up the stairs and his breaths were audible from where I was sitting.

My heart skipped a beat at his words, I was unsure of how to even react. The only thing I could think of was that I wanted him to do all the things he was thinking of at that moment, no matter what. I just knew that I would enjoy every second of it.

"You can do anything you want to me," I whispered against his thumb. Hearing my words, he pulled his lip between his teeth.

"Come here," he nudged the back of my neck for me to stand.

I was gently pulled to my feet, with his hand resting on my lower back. His other hand cupped my cheek, and his eyes were still burning into mine. I could feel it too, the fact that we were finally fully alone, no interruptions, no limitations. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I placed my hand on top of his as his thumb caressed my skin.