I Never Thought

Chapter 44

Chloe's POV

Chase was seated before me with his hands firmly embracing my thighs and his head resting on my bosom and it brought forth a light, calming energy. This was the feeling I had been craving for the past few days and I gave into it and let it take full control as my whole body relaxed. My feet which were once throbbing were now feeling much better after his surprisingly good massage and my stomach was now anxiety free. I rested my chin on the top of his head, feeling his silky, soft hair on my skin. Right away, I realized that his hair must had been the source of his signature scent because I was now constantly inhaling his delicate aroma in a concentrated amount as his hair tickled my nose. I closed my eyes and exhaled a long breath when I felt the pads of his fingertips tracing small, gentle circles on my bare skin.

"Is your love language physical touch?" I asked randomly, my curiosity speaking before my mind could catch up.

"Yeah, I think it might be," he answered quietly, his hold tightening on me.

"It's very obvious." I chuckled and glanced down at his face just in time to see his eyes flutter close, and I admired how long and pretty his eyelashes were. He looked to be just as at peace as I was.

"Do you have a problem with it? If I'm too touchy, I can stop." His hands loosened slightly from around my thighs and I grabbed them to place them back into their previous position.

"No, are you kidding me? Please don't." This made him open his eyes and smile crookedly up at me.

"Why did you ask?"

I placed my own hands on my lap. "I read an article about love languages recently. Apparently, in order to make someone feel loved, you have to abide by their love language and it also said that we express our love to others through our own."

"What's yours?" he asked, his eyes still one with mine.

"Can you guess?"

His left brow darted upward and his lips pursed, indicating his thinking face.

"Hmm... What could it be?"

"I'll make it easy for you," I said before playfully poking the tip of his nose. He laughed and flared his nostrils. "It's quality time."

"You just told me to guess, why did you tell me?" He frowned playfully and I smiled at him.

"You were taking too long."

"What? That was like two seconds."

My shoulders shook with laughter and he rolled his eyes. "Anyways, so quality time huh? I can see how that's true."

"How so?"

His thinking face reappeared. "Well, you quite often initiate seeing me more than I do."

"Wow, I don't know how to feel about you saying that," I mocked and he sat back into his chair.

"It's only because I never get the chance to, since you're always the one doing the initiating. And it's not a bad thing, it just shows how much you love spending time with me," he explained and I nodded.

"Yeah, I guess that's true," I agreed and watched him stand and walk to his closet. He rummaged through his dresser for a few seconds before pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants. Without even turning around or walking to the bathroom to preserve some modesty, he removed his jeans. Right in front of me. Before he pulled his sweatpants up his legs, I was given a glance at a prominent bulge in his boxers. 

Was he... Hard? Why would he be? We weren't even doing anything that could cause that. I forced myself to look away and to glance back down at my hands. Before I knew it, he was sitting on the bed next to me.