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“Chase..”

“You really are something, Layla. So beautiful, and you don’t even know just how much.” He gives me a firm, greedy kiss.

“I don’t like you sharing a bathroom with Kade,” he says suddenly, “You should use mine.”

“I really don’t see what the big deal is.” I tell him.

“Humor me Layla,” he rumbles.

“Chase! You can’t just burst into my life and start making changes!” I say indignant.

He stares at me thoughtfully for a few moments.

“It’s easier if you just give in Layla,” he says smugly.

I gasp. “You are unbelievable!” I growl. Chase chuckles.

I decide to put him out of his misery. “We’re not sharing it anymore anyway; he shares with James now. After the last incident……”

“What kind of incident?” he interrupts, frowning.

“A very large incident,” I say, giggling. Large indeed.

Massive even. I giggle harder.

“Layla,” Chase growls, a warning.

“It was nothing. I asked him if he could share with James, and he did. End of story.”

He gazes at me for a moment, eyes narrowed.

“Fine,” he relents, “come on let’s go to bed.” He moves to pull me onto his bed.

“I’m not sleeping here tonight, Chase,” I tell him gently.

“What? Why?” he growls unhappily.

“This is moving so fast, I think I should at least sleep in my own room, plus didn’t you tell me you wanted to take this slow?” I tell him, even though I want nothing more than to spend the night in his arms, this whole situation needs some normalcy.

“Throwing my words back at me,” he grumbles. He hugs me in his arms tightly, and then reluctantly let’s go. A few steamy kisses later, he walks me to my room and tucks me in, mumbling the whole time about stubborn women.

“It’s easier if you just give in Chase,” I smirk. He laughs, shaking his head at me. He loves that I give as good as I get.

“Night baby.”

“Night Chase.”

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I’m laying in bed, thinking about Chase, and how he makes me feel. Safe, wanted, needed even. It’s all happening so fast, almost out of control. I’m deep in thought when I hear someone open my bedroom door, and I slowly move my hand to the golf club I have stashed between my bed and the wall. My hand almost reaches it, when the intruder creeps into my bed, pulls the cover over him, and chuckles softy.

I know that chuckle.

“What the hell are you doing Chase?” I hiss.

“Shhh,” he whispers, “Sleepy.”

He wraps his arms around me, spooning me from behind, places a kiss on my head, and goes to sleep. I sigh, relaxing into him, enjoying the warmth. I think about telling him to leave, but after a few moments, I’m out like a light.

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