His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
There's a click. He's actually unbuckling his seatbelt. "But if I left you alone with them, I'd lose Ms. Hall's trust."
There's definitely a smirk on his lips.
Cassadee—
— xxx —
Hold it! *MC presses pause*
kittyykiss requested this, so let's see what Chase was thinking when our fellow Cupcake was being threatened. Would you do the honors, Kitty?
*kittyykiss presses the rewind button*
MC: Hehe~(:<
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| Experiment |
Chase wasn't one to dwell on the little things—he had learned a long time ago that they were insignificant, not worth his time—but he couldn't seem to keep his mind from wandering to the leather jacket draped over the back of his chair. He knew it was a bad idea to offer it to Vixen with an opened wound, but he hadn't listened to the reasoning part of his conscience and ended up letting her wear it in fear that she would freeze in the night air. Now, though, he was starting to feel his mistake. Every time he breathed in, he smelled a dust of vanilla, and he wasn't sure what it was doing to his concentration.
Chase had failed to tell his friend about his experiment with the human teenager. In fact, the main reason he was going over to Darestin's house so late Friday night was to tell him that he had been right: the humans in this part of town were interesting in the most unexpected ways. He hadn't expected to run into Vixen at the convenience store, nor had he expected a small ambush waiting for her in the trees across from said convenience store. He had offered her a ride out of selfishness—if someone messed with his inquiry before he could get results, he would forever be disappointed—and ended up forgetting how attractive she smelled until Darestin had pointed it out.
"Did you have a human female in your car, dude?" He had asked, breathing through his nose with concentration. "Smells like icing. Was she good?"
It wasn't meant to be a challenge, Chase knew that logically, but the way his eyes shifted made him uneasy, on edge.
He growled, narrowing his eyes and baring his teeth.
"Woah, man." He held up his hands, showing defeat. "Didn't realize it was that serious, my bad."
Chase rubbed his temples, trying to compose himself.
He was too old to be so riled up from a memory. It wasn't like it was Darestin's fault; he had simply assumed what would have happened in any other case. It was Chase's fault, being too attached to his subject. He needed to separate himself more.
"I think we should tell someone," a soft voice murmured as they walked down the hall, drawing his attention away from his mind. "It could be something serious."
