A Game of Chase

Chase drove for maybe fifteen minutes before we reached the pack house. It was the same as is was before-the bricks were a crimson color with small green vines growing up the sides of the building. The garden in the back was the same, gigantic size it used to be, with children running through it playing hide-and-seek and tag. That used to be me and Ace. I guess I should be calling him "Mate" though right?

Chase helped me out of the car, insisting he carry me although I was perfectly capable of walking.. I didn't disagree though, I simply melted into him like warm butter in a pan and let him carry me with ease to the all-too familiar kitchen where he sat me on a stool.

"Hungry?" He asked, back towards me while he rummaged through the fridge and took out leftover boxes of pizza, Chinese, and what I think is Pasta?

"Oh yes. I'm so tired of fucking hospital food," I mused. He turned around and smiled evilly.

"We'll fucking food isn't good for you, I'm pretty sure." He laughed at me. I flipped him off. "You'd like it." He laughed out.

"I probably would!" I yelled back playfully. He strode over to me, his tall frame towering way over mine. He leaned down to my ear.

"Then does that mean if I kissed you, you'd like it?" He asked. I've kissed a few boys before, never going all the way, but I'm not inexperienced either when it comes to kissing...of the bedroom...but yeah I'm still a virgin.

"Very much so," I whispered back to him. I didn't let the quiver of excitement in my voice show. My wolf was begging for this kiss though. I felt his lips graze my own and my eyes slid shut. I waited for the kiss that never seemed to come. When I opened my eyes chase was standing in front of me with an amused expression on his face.

"Jerk," I muttered.

"Your jerk," he pointed out. I couldn't help but smile. He was mine, wasn't he.

"Chase just kiss me!" I whined. He leaned down and planted a peck on lips and then went back to the food, leaving me smiling like an idiot. The simplest kisses could do that to me.

***

"Chaseeeee" I whined again. Chase and I were watching a movie and getting to re-know each other again but this idiot fell asleep and he has me gripped so tight in his arms I can't get up from his gigantic king size bed to pee!

"CHASE!" I screamed, but he didn't budge.

"CHASE OH MY GOD IM PREGNANT!"

His eyes flew open and was freaking out! He started hyperventilating and panicking! He stopped when he realized I was standing there kind of hopping up and down, waiting for him to stop freaking out.

"Good you let me go! Now I have to go!" I screeched and ran away. Chase followed me, gripping my arm just before the bathroom door.

"That wasn't funny. Bay I thought you were serious!" He practically yelled. I cringed and continued to bounce up and down lightly.

"CHASE IM SORRY WE'LL TALK ABOUT THIS LATER I HAVE TO GO!" I yelled in his face, trying to pull my arm away. My bladder was going to explode!

"Go where?" This boy was on thin ice

"TO THE BATHROOM NOW LEMME GO!" His grip released my arm and I ran away from a wide-eyed Chase and slammed the door to the bathroom in the process.

When I had done my business I left the bathroom and heard Chase arguing with someone in the kitchen. I hobbled down the two flights of steps and listened.

"Stop being mean! I know you just want the chocolate for yourself!" I heard a very familiar, yet much older voice yell. My lips formed a big smile.