A Righteous Love

Chapter Thirteen - You Worry Too Much

Chapter Thirteen - "You Worry Too Much"

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I opened my eyes and rubbed them sleepily, groaning a bit and yawning. The sun was shining in through the windows, piercing through the sheer white curtains and leaving streams of light on the wood floor. I heard the hum of the air conditioner roar to life as I sighed and pulled the covers back over myself, since they seemed to have become a crumpled mess during the night.

It was quiet for a minute or two, as I listened to the air conditioning and the wind howling outside. Until Chase grunted next to me and started to snore.

I giggled to myself and rolled over to look at him, seeing him peacefully asleep with a confused look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth slightly frowning, and he twitched in his sleep, making me smile.

It was Friday morning and a beautiful day at that – considering yesterday was dreary and rainy. I'd been on vacation at the McCarthy's beach house since the past Saturday night when we arrived, and we were leaving this upcoming Tuesday.

I turned over and grabbed my phone off the side table next to me, lighting it up and seeing that it was 9:04. I fell back onto my pillow and sighed again, maneuvering my eyes all around the room.

Not to say that Chase's family was loaded or anything, but they did have money. Their beach house was probably one of the nicest ones around, and there wasn't a single thing to complain about it. It was on the beach, for crying out loud.

Mr. McCarthy was an architect, so he perfected the place to his liking. He still worked on it to this day, making it even more perfect; which I didn't think was possible. They had it built from the ground up after knocking down the previous house that was in its place before, so it was really special to them. To make the family even more well-rounded, Mrs. McCarthy was an interior design expert. With both of their skills combined, they had a lot of money and a hell of a good taste level.

They had plenty of spare bedrooms in the house that I could have stayed in, but Chase offered for me to stay in his room with him, and his parents didn't have a problem with it. I guessed because they trusted us, but I wasn't going to complain.

The walls were covered in this wallpaper that made it look like gray wood paneling, and there were framed pictures of starfish, little wooden oars and other beach house trinkets hanging on the walls. The floors were a dark hardwood, sometimes covered in white rugs that matched the rest of the white accents. There was a walk-in closet with two sets of white drawers in the room, a bedside table, and a small wicker chair on the other side of the bed with a plush blanket draped over top.

The rustic lamp beside me on the table was off, as the small vase filled with white hydrangeas would catch my nose every now and then. I looked down at the bed sheets and smiled at them; they were white with a soft blue accent. Seashells, starfish and sand dollars were embroidered onto them along with the matching pillows, and I could only imagine how much the bed set must have costed.

"What are you doing?" Chase's sleepy voice interrupted my thinking.

I snapped my head to look at him and my face stayed blank. I realized that my palms were caressing the soft fabric of the sheets that laid on top of us, and I really didn't know what I was doing.

Typical.

"Um, nothing," I smiled. "How's my sleepy boy?"

"Sleepy," he yawned, rubbing his eyes. "But hungry. Let's eat."

"Okay," I nodded.

We both got out of the bed as I slipped on a pair of socks, and then my robe over my pajamas. I was about to leave the room, but Chase's arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close to him.