Page 69 of Chase Our Forever

I wonder if she has any idea that even with an answer as simple as that, she makes it incredibly easy to fall for her.

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LIV

My heart feelslike it could beat right out of my chest as I hear Dean’s footsteps down the hallway. I don’t think I’ve ever taken such a fast shower in my life. He seemed so insistent to find me in his bed when he came back with food. I wanted to do exactly as he asked. It feels like we woke up in some kind of bubble where we aren’t fighting the attraction between us, at least not completely.

There was a moment when I was just waking up that I swore he’d kiss me, but he didn’t.

Even without feeling his lips against mine, he seems more…free this morning. Maybe it’s because he slept well, or maybe it’s something else. Either way, I’m going to do whatever I can to stay locked in this moment with him for as long as possible.

His footsteps get closer, and my heart speeds up. I have no idea why my body feels like it’s on fire when he hasn’t even walked through the door. All he’s doing is bringing breakfast. But it’s breakfast in bed, and some dirty fantasies come to my mind at the thought of being in his bed. They all stem from seeing him in a pair of gray sweatpants that sit low on his hips. Of course dirty things come to mind when that’s the first thing I see in the morning.

Dean walks through the door, holding a tray of food. He smiles the moment he sees me. How can he expect me not to catch feelings for him when he gives his smiles so freely now? I’ve had to earn getting him to grin at me like that, and now that I have, it’s hard to picture my life without seeing him look at me just like he is right now every day.

“You listened,” Dean notes, setting the food down on the nightstand on this side of the bed.

I smile, moving my wet hair off my shoulder. “I did. Although, I hope you don’t mind, I used your shower and stole your clothes. I didn’t know if I was allowed to run upstairs for my own.”

His eyes darken as I move the comforter from my lap and show him that I’m wearing a T-shirt of his I found.

He swallows, his body seemingly frozen in time except for that small movement of his Adam’s apple along his throat.

It’s quiet for so long I wonder if I shouldn’t have raided his closet. I didn’t think he’d mind. He seems to love to see me in his Livingston Real Estate hoodie; I thought he wouldn’t care about the T-shirt either.

“If I wasn’t supposed to, I can go grab my own?—”

“How hungry are you?” Dean interrupts, his words quick and to the point.

I frown for a moment, wondering why he’s changing the subject. Is he that upset?

“What?” I ask, pulling the comforter back over my lap to hide as much of me in his shirt as possible.

“How hungry are you?” he repeats, his words slower this time. His question doesn’t match the heat in his eyes.

“Umm…” I don’t know how to answer him.

He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. The movement makes his muscles ripple, making me throb between my legs. “Please tell me you aren’t too hungry.”

“Why?”

“Because at the sight of you in my shirt in my bed, the only thing I want to eat right now is your pussy.”

I gasp, having to blink a few times as I try to think through if I heard him correctly. I have to squeeze my thighs together at what I think he said. I didn’t have any clean underwear in his room, obviously, and his shirt was long enough on me I didn’t think he’d ever know. I’m regretting the decision because wetness pools between my thighs, and I have no way of hiding it.

My breaths get heavy as Dean crawls onto the bed. His eyes don’t leave mine, and mine don’t leave his. I keep replaying his words in my head, wondering if there was any way I could’ve misheard them.

I know I didn’t. Not with the way he’s looking at me right now.

“Dean.” His name comes out like a plea. I don’t know if I can handle having him touch me again, tasting him again, and him pulling away. I’ve done my best to not let the prolonged stares and unexpected touches go to my head, but if he kisses me again, I’ll have no choice but to fall for him.

He yanks the comforter from my body, making me suck in a breath when the cold air hits my thighs. I squeeze them together as hard as I can, trying my best to hide my arousal from him.

“I’m tired of fighting this, sunshine.” His words come out like a growl. Like he despises the fact he was fighting this between us in the first place.

“Fighting what?” I ask, trying to keep my breathing calm, even as he presses his muscular thigh between my knees, forcing me to spread my legs open.

Luckily, he keeps his eyes on me, at least for the moment. He hasn’t figured out yet that the only thing I’m wearing is his T-shirt. “Fighting how much I fucking want you. Every part of you.”

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