Chasing You

Chapter 23

ADDIE

"Why would you call Fabio?", I stress out as the two of us are waiting in front of the bar. Yvonne has just puked her guts out in the bathroom a few minutes ago, yet she still somehow manages to look like a Disney Princess. I wouldn't be surprised if that girl shits Tiffany's.

"Because", she drags the words as if the answer must be obvious. "Levi's at that Apollo event, so are Lewis and Aria. You're so drunk you might fuck Chris the moment you see him. So that only left Fabio."

I try not to comment at the fucking part and focus on the rest. "Why weren't you at the event?" She is a huge name for Apollo after all.

Yvonne again looks at me as if the answer were obvious. "Because you needed me more. Aria wanted to ditch the event too, but someone had to stay from the two of us. And Ari also hates bars, so I wouldn't have asked her to enter one if she didn't feel comfortable with it." She doesn't give me the chance to thank her again, before she adds: "So, as you can see, Fabio was the wisest choice."

"You think he told Chris?", I suddenly turn red. If Chris knew...

"Oh, I am more than sure that Chris will be in that car with him. It's why I called Fabio", she shrugs.

"But you literally just said you wouldn't call Chris because I might end up fucking him?!", I remind her. I don't know whose sanity is more shredded. Mine, hers, or the one of my once innocent mind.

I do have in fact images of me fucking Chris in my brain. I can even see how it would all go. I would be there standing in my red lacy underthings, the ones I bought from a lingerie shop one day I thought too much of him. He would look at me, then slowly kiss my neck, starting to caress my skin. His kisses would then trail lower, until my bra would be gone and he would play with my nipples and make me almost lose it then. By the time he would reach my stomach he would have made me...

I stop. Yvonne's knowing grin says enough.

"Shut up", I curse at her, sinking to sit on the floor next to her. She chuckles, so hard that her shoulders are shaking as my head tilts on her left one.

"Just for your information, the house has a hot tub on the rooftop. Levi and I tested it yesterday. It's pretty good", she mumbles, the words coming out broken from her laugh.

"A hot tub?!", I remember her answer to my question about the best sex she's ever had.

She doesn't say anything else, only smirks brighter.

"Yvonne, I swear to God, I'll...", I start shouting yet I'm interrupted by the sounds of some tires screeching on the floor. It did not sound normal.

"That would be Fabio", she lets out unfazed.

And to prove her theory, a red Astoria car rushes down the street in no more than five seconds later, coming to an abrupt halt as the driver must have noticed us. As soon as the car is parked, both the doors to the driver's seat and to the passenger's one open, Fabio and Chris hurrying away from the car and to us.

"Told you he'll come", Yvonne sings. "You're welcome."

"I hate you", I hiss.

"I'll be sure to keep the hot tub free for tonight", she doesn't back down.

The guys reach us just as I elbow her. Hard.

A look at Chris has a small part of me suddenly feeling grateful though. He is wearing a black compression shirt that stretches over the broad muscles of his chest, then outlines his six pack, making him look less human and more like the personification of a smut dream.

On second thought, that hot tub doesn't seem to sound so bad.

"For Christ's sake", Chris lets out as he glances at Yvonne and me. Both grinning like idiots, Yvonne even waving her hand at him as in a greeting. Fabio next to him doesn't seem as concerned, yet rather a bit amused.

"Had a fun night, girls?", the Italian asks us, helping Yvonne up, leaving me to Chris. His hand settles on my hip and I have to keep telling myself to keep it together.

"You know we did", Yvonne shrieks as he tries to let her stand on her own two feet, but she quickly almost falls down. Fabio gets a hold of her just in time, muttering something that sounds an awful lot like 'Levi's gonna hate this' before he scoops her into his arms to carry her.

"Do you want me to carry you too?", I can hear Chris ask into my ear.

"Does it include us falling on top of each other and rolling away together?", my poor drunken brain counters.

Chris doesn't divulge anything but a forced chuckle. Yet as his hands wonder around my shoulder and under my knees to get a good grip, I swear I could see his eyes a bit glazed.

He lifts me up as if I weighed nothing. Under my fingers, I can feel his muscles contract. I don't question why his hand wonders from my knee up to my thigh. And as he caught himself and lowers his touch back to where it was, I make the mistake to stop myself from telling him that he could have just left it there.

"Are you comfortable?", he asks me. Oh, his voice is definitely edged.

That hot tub starts sounding like a fucking good idea.

"Yeah", I breathe. "You?"

"Keep pressing your lips on my chest, baby, and I'm not going to be as fine anymore."

I open my eyes, realising my lips are in fact touching his chest. I pull away as quick as I can, my cheeks turning redder than an Astoria car.

"I'm sorry", I rush. I'm not sorry.

"I'm not", he surprises me by saying. "I'm only sorry I'm having a shirt on right now."

Fuck, that escalated quickly. "Shirts are overrated", I am not sure whose tone that is, for never have I ever heard myself use it before.

"They for sure are", Chris agrees.

I can see him carry me inside Fabio's car. I can see Yvonne having settled for the front seat, leaving me and Chris on the backseat. I can see the road with the lights that we pass by. Until my eyes shut close, I'm suddenly resting on something soft, a warm feeling takes over me and I fall asleep.

~

I have fallen asleep in Chris Graves's arms.

You can tell I have a problem.

What's worse, is that I haven't even realised it until we arrived at the house and I woke up at the sudden stop. Chris was looking at me, brushing a strand of my hair. As he saw my eyes open, he offered me a lazy smile before he realised what he had been doing and put some distance in between us.

I haven't spoken to him since.

The phone in my hands seems dangerous, so seems the contact I'm now opening. Might still be the effects of those drinks, but I start typing.

ME: Sorry I fell asleep on you. You make a good pillow. xo Addie

Sooner than I can even process what I'm doing, my fingers wonder to the button and I hear the sound of my message being sent.

What I haven't expected is for Chris to be online. And type back.

His message comes in not even one minute later.

CHRIS: You can always use me as pillow, Addie-Boo. But I can assure you my chest is a far better option than my shoulder.

CHRIS: And remember: shirts are overrated, babe.

Yeah, I'm for sure not sleeping tonight.