Scars

Fifteen

Thank you to @ClearVoice for giving me my confidence back in this story. I was worried this story was crap compared to my other work, and now here we are with another chapter!

Also, thoughts on the new cover? I used a different editing program and I like it so much more than the old one. 

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I walked through the back door of the club and found Chris leaning against the side of my car.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm here for you," Chris smiled, "I had Chandler drop me off so I could wait for you to get done."

"You could have come inside,' I smiled.

"I know," Chris smiled, "but I wanted to wait for you. Are you okay with coming back to my place?"

"Yeah," I bit my bottom lip, "I'd like that."

Chris pulled his arms out from behind his back and handed me a single white rose before he opened the passenger door for me. This is different. I've never been treated like this, or even thought I could be treated like this.

"I don't ever let anyone drive my car," I smirked over at Chris, "not even Ashton or Stas."

"I must be special then," Chris smiled as he drove.

"You are," I smiled.

Chris pulled up outside of his house and opened my door for me. What has gotten into him? He grabbed onto my hand and tangled his fingers with mine as we walked up to his front door and into his living room.

"Just out of curiosity," I asked as I made myself comfortable on his couch, "does anyone have a key to your house?"

"Just Jimmy," Chris answered honestly, "but we have an agreement that we don't just walk into each other's places, we call first."

"Good to know," I smiled.

"Why? Are you worried about someone walking in on us?" Chris asked.

"Well, we always run that risk at my house, Christopher," I smirked.

"Why do you think I brought you here?" Chris smirked.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, "did you have something planned?"

"No," Chris shrugged, "I just wanted to see you. I'll be right back."

Chris walked towards the stairs and left me alone in his living room. He returned a few moments later with a shirt and sweats in his hand.

"Top or bottoms?" Chris winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the shirt from his fingers. I turned my back to him and removed my top, replacing it with Chris' and then pulling off my jeans. I took off my choker, sick of wearing it. I sat back down to find Chris staring at me.

"Can I help you Mr. Tyson?" I asked.

"Don't call me that unless you plan for me to respond to it," Chris chuckled as he sat closely next to me on the couch.

"Is that a warning or a promise?" I asked.

"That's up to you to find out."

Chris grabbed my legs and laid them over his lap, resting his hand on my thigh. Just like the first time we had ever made the slightest physical contact, he set my skin on fire.

"So, the other night," Chris began, "Luke mentioned that you kissed?"

"He kissed me," I corrected, "but he's always been an aggressive flirt. And I will admit that I used to give it right back to him, but I was never serious."