"This is okay, right?" Chloe asked.
She'd tucked herself in his bed and was giving Slade the kind of look that usually made him forget where he was. It was a blessing and a curse that Danny was standing right there. Slade could almost feel the anger radiating out of Danny.
"Uh, sure," Slade answered, trying to choose his words carefully so he didn't end up murdered by one or both of them. "It's uh..." Slade couldn't avoid looking at Danny any longer. "I can sleep in Danny's bed."
"And leave me here alone?" Chloe gave Slade a look, that look, and he knew he was a dead man. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted from him.
"Give me a second," Slade told her and turned to Danny. He very stupidly thought he'd be able to beg Danny to stay with them but Danny was in no mood to listen.
"Just go on," Danny rolled his eyes. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Slade's heart pounded as he watched Danny stomp away. Danny shut the door and Slade was alone with Chloe.
For weeks, Slade had dreamed about getting to be alone with Chloe. To have one more talk, one more chance to figure out things between them. But that wasn't going to happen when Chloe was...whatever she was.
"What are you waiting for?" Chloe asked.
"I need to change," Slade grabbed pajama pants and a shirt before he went to the bathroom. He didn't give Chloe a chance to protest.
Normally Slade slept in just his pajama pants or just a pair of boxer briefs if anything at all. That night he left his boxers on and put his pajamas over top. He changed shirts and when he looked in the mirror realized that the shirt he grabbed was one of Danny's. What were the odds?
Feeling only the tiniest bit more fortified against whatever Chloe intended to do next, Slade brushed his teeth and left the bathroom. Chloe had changed too. Well, not changed so much as just taken off most of her clothes.
"Come on, hurry up," Chloe pleaded.
"Calm down," Slade shook his head. "We're just sleeping, okay?"
"You don't want to sleep," Chloe laughed, dropping the sheet so Slade could see she didn't have a shirt on.
"Actually..." Slade tried to insist that was all he wanted but he couldn't lie. It was just that what his body wanted was different from what his mind said he should do. He forced himself to stare at the ceiling and hoped he'd get soft again fast.
"I knoooooooooow, you don't want to cheat," Chloe rolled her eyes. "But it's just going to make us even."
"It's just going to make me feel like shit," Slade corrected her. "Come on, Chlo, don't do this to me. You don't have to-"
"I know I don't have to, I want to," Chloe interrupted. "I want you to fuck me, Slade."
"Why? Isn't what's his name doing a good enough job of that?"
"Jealous?" Chloe grinned.
"No, I'm confused," Slade forgot what he was doing and looked at her chest. God, he'd forgotten how much he loved boobs. It was a lot harder to look away the second time. "Why are you doing this, Chloe? I've never seen you act like this before."
"I've never felt like this before," Chloe stood up, as if she was tired of waiting for him to come to bed. "Come on, Slade, just pretend it's the same as before."
"Is that the problem?" Slade hoped. "You just want to feel loved? I can do that," his eyes dropped again. "With your clothes on, even."
"Ugh, no, this is not like that," Chloe took his hands and tried to put them on her breasts. Slade pulled free and moved them to her shoulders before she could succeed.
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Pas de Trois
Teen FictionWhen Chloe's world turned upside down, ballet was the one thing that pulled her through. Then she's accepted to the School of American Ballet and Chloe won't have to live in her once perfect older sister's shadow anymore. Too bad her parents had to...