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“Just come to breakfast. Mum will explain.”
She thinks for a minute. “Okay. Let me get Millie up and we’ll come over.”
I smile at the thought of possibly getting to spend some time with her alone. “Thank you. Stay in your pj’s if you want. Mum will be in hers until at least lunchtime.”
Her soft laugh washes over me. I need to make her laugh more often. The sound is like music to my ears.
“You don’t have to tell me twice. We’ll be over in about twenty minutes. The mention of breakfast should get Mills up and moving.”
“See you soon.” I start walking back down her driveway. Daisy is following me.
“Daisy back here!” Yasmin calls from her door. Daisy doesn’t listen, just stands beside me where I’m stopped.
“It’s okay, she can come for breakfast as well.”
“Okay, Daisy be good for Chase,” she says as she closes the door. I lean down and pat Daisy again before walking home.
Chapter Nine
Yasmin
After Chase leaves, I head upstairs to wake Millie. It’s easier than I thought it’d be, considering how much she loves her sleep. My head is spinning with the information bomb Chase dropped on me. I have no idea how his mum knows who I am. I’d really like to find out though.
The intrigue is enough for me to not feel nervous about going over there.
I put on a bra and my hoodie, leaving my pjs on. It’s early and it’s Saturday. I’m not getting out of them until this afternoon when we go back to Chase’s for the barbeque.
Millie and I stand at Chase’s front door. I hesitate and Millie notices. Taking the lead, she knocks. I hold my breath and wait.
Not even a minute later, Chase answers the door with Daisy right behind him. She’s made herself at home, and that warms my heart. My dog likes him.
I take in all that is Chase. It’s nice seeing him out of school uniform. Although, he wears the shit out the uniform, but seeing him like this at home, it does something to me.
His dark hair is still messy like he has just woken from sleep. He’ll no doubt put a hat on later to cover it. He’s wearing a navy hoodie, dark denim jeans that hang low on his hips, and nothing on his feet. The sight of his bare feet sends a flutter to my stomach. I clench my thighs slightly.
What is it about bare feet?
I notice Chase is doing the exact same thing I’m doing. I can feel his gaze all over my body. It’s almost as if we are in our own bubble. I forget Millie is beside me. That is, until she speaks.
“Morning Chase, thanks for inviting us for breakfast even if it was at the butt crack of dawn. Did you not know it was Saturday? Next time you knock on our door before nine a.m. on a Saturday there will be consequences.” Millie glares at him. It’s adorable, I know she isn’t really pissed. She’s just pretending. But I fear there may be consequences next time. Chase steps aside to let us enter, he ruffles Millie’s hair as we pass.
“Sorry kiddo, I’ll take your warning into consideration, but just so you know, there’s both blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes to make up for waking you up.”
“You can’t sweet talk your way with food Mr.” Millie throws over her shoulder as she heads for the kitchen, completely making herself at home.
Chase puts his arm out to stop me from following. He pulls me into his arms and holds me close. I struggle against him momentarily, until I figure out what’s happening. It’s an involuntary response.
I calm myself and move closer, wrapping my arms around him and laying my head on his chest. I can smell him everywhere. Closing my eyes, I let it wash over me. The flutters start again. I can feel his breaths strong and steady. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.
“I’ve wanted to do this all week. It’s physically pained me to stay away from you. My friends suck,” He whispers. I can feel the anguish in his voice.
I wondered why he had kept his distance. His friends were everywhere all the time. We never had a chance to talk alone. I could always feel him tracking my movements and I noticed how he paid more attention when I spoke, but we were never alone until last night. But to be honest I wasn’t myself and able to fully enjoy it.
I tilt my head slightly, our eyes connecting. The rest of the world falling away again.
“They did a good job of keeping us busy, didn’t they?”
“I don’t think they were trying to keep us apart as much as they were trying to get to know you. I love them, but will you hang around after you talk to Mum?” Uncertainty clouds his features.
