When we entered the store, I found myself staring at the hottest guy ever. He had fawn hair and green eyes that glistened.
"Rosen, we're here for slushes. Not boys, besides, you got me." Chance whispered firmly in my ear. I winced slightly before muttering, "Who would want you?"
I grin in satisfaction before Chance grabs my arm and pulls me to the till, as we wait for the lady to hand us the lids for our slushes. She finally did, with sessions of staring at Chance. I gulped silently, hoping Chance didn't see me this queasy.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store, holding the slushes in the tray in one hand. I walked to the other side of the car and climbed into the passenger seat. Chance climbed in and looked at me, slightly angered and annoyed at me.
"Didn't I just tell you that our wedding is in 6 days?!" He whispered dauntingly. I swallowed. "Y-Yes."
"Well, don't you look at any guys, except for me."
"Okay, once we get home, I won't look at Cade, if that makes you happy." I say cheekily.
"Ugh, Rosen. Just listen for once. You can only have eyes for me. And those eyes, are beautiful, because they belong... to me." He says with a huge smirk plastered against his face.
"I do listen, Chance!" I cried out, annoyed.
"You sure about that?" He challenges.
"Just drive, I'm sick of sitting here. Plus, the ladies are staring at us from the window."
He waves it off and started to drive.
"Tell me once when you actually listened, tell me." He said.
"I don't know."
"That's right."
I fold my arms over my chest and glare at Chance saying, "I hate you Chance Stone. And, I'm serious this time."
Chance rolled his eyes at me before taking a swift turn to the street. "I don't care Rosen. It's way past dinner, already? 8:00?" I shrug.
He sighs and pulls up to the house before parking it in place. I hop out and walk inside saying, "I'm going to bed."
I open the door in an annoyed manner and stomp up the stairs, all 15 of them. Once I get upstairs, I walk straight to my bedroom and slam the door. I take a huge breath and sit on the bed, taking off my shirt and throwing it in the hamper. Miss.
I groan in frustration and jump off the bed to grab the shirt I threw. I put it properly in the hamper, and turned around to open my side of the wardrobe. I search around until I pull out a tank-top with thick straps. I put it on quickly and strip off my sweats putting on pyjama bottoms.
"Rosen? Can I come in?" Chance asks from outside the bedroom.
"Whatever, Chance." I reply.
He opens the door and sits on the bed with a medium slush in his hand. "Here." He sighs, giving me the slush. I take it and start sucking up some. Once I finished drinking half, I put it down on the nightstand and look at Chance.
"So, I'm going to bed..." I trail off.
He nods and takes his shirt off, revealing his 6 pack. I push him off the bed, because I like the left side.
"Hey, that's my spot!" He whines.
"Too bad!" I say back, giggling and crawl under the sheet and pull up the duvet. This bed is Heaven.
I lay down and watch with amusement as Chance climbs in beside me. He smirks at me and opens his arms whispering, "Hug?"
I nod slowly and wrap my arms around him. Chance pulls my body close to his and smirks. I shiver as he swings me on top of him and switches our spots.
