After Thought // Chance Sutton

Chapter Fifteen

"I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin." - Lauren Oliver.

A/N: I'll edit this later tonight when I get off of work. Hope everyone has an amazing day, I'm going to deal with rude customers. Love ya. xo

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"Chance is in your bed, like right now? Is that why it looks like a florist threw up in here?" Dylan asked, wide eyed and shocked as he stood against the kitchen counter sipping his coffee.

"Yeah, it's a long story. We didn't do anything, if that's what you're wondering." I chuckled, "we fell asleep talking."

"Okay," he laughed. "I'll believe that, for now. You can explain it all to me tonight."

"What about you?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. "Why didn't you get home until super late?"

"I may or may have not of met a boy," he winked.

"And you let me babble about Chance? Oh my gosh- who is he?"

"His name is Jax. I met him at coffee shop last week, and you know my obsession with late night coffee. Well I ended going last night to get some editing done and he was there. One thing led to another."

"Dylan!" I shrieked.

"I'll tell you the boring details later. I meeting up him for brunch. Shouldn't you be at Paradise right now?" He asked.

"Surprisingly nope. They gave me the day off because the main CEO is in town, and it's intimidating everyone."

"Ronnie told me about him, I thought he was like some myth," he laughed.

"I did too!" I sighed.

I waved him out the door, and was left alone to look around. The flower's all still shined bright, the events of yesterday were fresh in my mind. It all brings a big smile to my face.  

I don't know the details of what we are yet, but I know we aren't apart like we were. It did us both more harm than it did good. He's what I wanted for so long, that when he was close enough in my reach and I couldn't touch him. My heart shattered. And so did his.

Going back upstairs, Chance is where I left him. Hair disheveled and messy, as he's draped across my bed. I never thought I'd see such a sight, and attractive one at that. Three years, that's what it took to get us together.

There were days, I'd scream at nothing because I thought wanting him was murder to my mind. Day's when I'd cry myself to sleep, feeling guilty because I thought the things that happened before were all apart of his doing. I never truly let him go, it was foolish to think I ever did.

Now?

He's exactly where I want him, no, needed him to be. His beauty radiates through me, his soul connects with mine, his body soothes mine just from a simple touch. An intoxicating measure that send me into oblivion.

"You're staring," he whispers.

I'm shook from my thoughts, a crimson blush rising to my cheeks. "Was not," I argued.

"You were," he reaches out, pulling me closer to him. Against his warm chest, his arms encase me, "what are you thinking about?"

"Hmm," I breathed, "why me Chance?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you like me so much?"

"I don't need a reason," he said, I could feel his grin against my forehead.

"You don't?"

"No, I like you for you. The reasons don't matter, because they are constantly changing."

I looked up at him, and brushed my lips to his. Not innocently, but with an ounce of passion and fire. A kind of kiss that made the world fall away, one that spoke mountains and said the words I wanted to for me.

His fingers ran up and down my back, persuading a shiver out of me. Pulling apart, his eye's studied mine. The intensity, the blaze, could light up an entire room. "Woah," I breathed. "I think I'm addicted to you."

"Good," he chuckled, "because I'll never be able to stop doing this."

"Me neither," I agreed.

Eventually, our stomach's get the better of us. And we retreat to the kitchen to fill that need. I make us a late breakfast, while he attends to his phone. His friends must have called him a million times last night.

Sounds a lot like Dylan.

His gaze catches mine as he talks away to Anthony, I'm guessing. Living in the public eye, with all the social media and interviews. I'm more than used to being under people's watch. But his, it's different. I'm more aware of anything I've ever been, yet, at the same time I feel careless.

I thought that when I met him, I had already lost my world. Losing my Mom, was the worst thing to ever happen in my ordinary life. After she left, there was an abyss in my heart.

"Hey," he whispers, lips touching my temple. "Beth."

"Ya know, you're one of the few people who actually call me that."

"I like the way it sounds," kisses to my neck. His teeth grazing a spot that made me squeal his name. "And that sound, is music to my ears."

"Chance," he pushed me onto the counter, effortlessly picking me up.

This is how it was meant to be. Entangled limbs leaving me with breathless mornings. A piece of home in my hectic world. At this moment, there's no time, no stress. Just him. And I could live with that the rest of my life.

"As much as I want to kiss you all damn day, I'm starving," he laughed.

Picking me up from the counter, and back onto the ground. Food was truly calling my name. "What did Anthony want?" I asked.

"He didn't believe me that I was here," shrugging his shoulder's, he said while taking a bite of eggs.

"Why is it so hard to believe?" he asked.  

"Look at you, until you showed up at that party. Everyone thought you were a myth. Can I ask you something though?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you change your appearance because of what happened that day after the party?" He questioned. I could sense the sadness in his eye's, but I didn't want to straight up lie to him.

"At first, that's what it was about. But then I got the right reasons in my head."

"And you're okay? With everything?"

"Yes Chance, I am. As weird as it is, I forgive you. Luther and Allison on the other hand, hell no. But you were dragged into it, luckily we don't really have to deal with them anymore." I explained.

"You're right, we don't," he spoke.

Something in his voice, I knew, maybe he was lying. Sadly, I believed it. There's no way last time was the end of Luther and Allison. They'll come around again, and try to rip us apart for the second time.

I'll be ready though.

I have Chance, with him I can do anything. At least I think so. He came into my life the first time, like a hurricane, knocking everything from it's path. Now, his love consumes me and burns hot flames.