Chances

Chapter 17 - Is It Worth It?

That's Zoe up there, BTW. :)

My bare back was pressed against his warm chest as his arms were wrapped firmly around me. And if you're wondering, we didn't do the dirty deed. He was surprisingly the one who stopped us. It was way harder for me to agree than it was for him. Ass.

We decided it would be best to lay together with body heat and all that. He suggested it. I think it was just an excuse to keep touching me.

"Are you tired?" He asked, after a few minutes. I wasn't shaking anymore, so that was a good sign.

"No." I lied. "You're gunna get sick though." I told him, not bothering to move.

"I don't get sick," He scoffed, making me roll my eyes.

"Oh, right, the, oh so, incredible Bennett Dominique is invincible to sicknesses. Wow." I said sarcastically, shifting to face him. His side of the bed was dipping lower than mine, obviously because he was way fatter than me. I wish. He smiled lazily. I rested my head on his bicep, which was my personal pillow... along with his chest. His other arm was calmly resting on my waist, dangerously close to other parts. "Do you remember when we first woke up like this?" I whispered, playing with a few stay strands of his chestnut hair, and observing his strong jaw while his eyes were closed.

"Yes, you had to pee." I laughed loudly.

"That's what you remember? Really?" He opened his eyes, and raised a brow.

"What else would I remember? I was perfectly content staying the way we were but you just had to get up." I giggled more, and started braiding his hair. He was completely oblivious to it.

"Well, do you remember when you first hired me?" He clenched his jaw, making it look even sharper.

"Yes, I was an asshole to you." I shrugged.

"Not much changed then, huh?" I teased. His eyes narrowed into slits as he playfully glared.

"Oh really?" He dared, inching closer. I scooted farther away, laughing.

"Yup," I nodded, excessively. His eyes promised mischief as his hands went to my stomach. "NO!" I screamed, giggling, as he started tickling me. My feet kicked the air, as I gasped and heaved for air. "Please!" I pleaded, almost unrecognizable by my giggles. His laughs filled the air with mine, and I smiled wider at the deep and rich sound.

"Give up?" He asked, giving me a small break. I breathed heavier, trying to take in more air at a time.

"Never!" I screamed, just as he pushed me off the bed. I wailed my arms as I dropped to the floor with a loud 'thud'. As I struggled to push myself away from the tangled mess of sheets I noticed a certain brunette head stick out from the side of the bed. Glaring at him as hard as I could, I threw the heavy blankets to his face. His rich laugh echoed in the small room as he leaned back. I shivered against the cold feeling of the air hitting my bare stomach. I was wearing my bra, but I still felt embarrassed. Crossing my arms over my chest, I hastily yanked back the covers. He laughed again, rolling his dark eyes. My teeth snagged my bottom lip in my mouth at the sight of his bare stomach. And it was a very fine stomach.

The rest of the knitted fabric fell and pooled around my feet as I walked to the post of the bed, and felt my damp shirt. It was drying, just not fast enough.

"What time is it?" I asked him, climbing into the bed. He reached over and grabbed his new black IPhone in his hand. I heard the brief unlocking sound as he furiously typed on it. His thumbs worked the screen like it was the last minute of his life and he was telling his long lost love he loved her. "Hello? Earth to Bennett..." His head snapped up as he blinked at me.