Page 83 of Chase
Yasmin
I wake up to soft kisses on my shoulder. Chase’s arms are wrapped around me. He pulls me even closer when I stretch a little.
“Mmmm.” I let out a soft moan and tilt my head to the side allowing him access to my neck. I can feel him inhale deeply before letting out a groan.
“I’m never going to get sick of waking up next to you,” he whispers in my ear and then continues his assault on my neck. He’s not making any other advances, and as much as I’d love to jump his bones, I’ve enjoyed taking it slow with him.
“What time is it?” I ask. The room is blanketed in darkness.
“Early. I thought we could go sit on the beach to watch the sun come up.”
I roll over in his arms to face him. “I’d love that.” I kiss him hard and fast, knocking the breath out him as I roll him on his back and straddle his waist. Deepening the kiss to show him just how much I love the idea.
His fingers dig into my hips, stopping me from moving at the same time he meets my kiss with just as much force.
“You’re killing me,” Chase says finally breaking the kiss. He has so much more restraint than I do.
“Right back at you.” I say breathless. My lips are swollen and bruised and I love it. I love what Chase does to me.
“It’ll be worth the wait,” he says kissing me quickly before moving me off him and sitting up.
“I know. But remind me again why we’re waiting?” I ask as I get up from the bed and re-tie my hair.
“Because it’s the right thing to do. We don’t want it to just be about sex. I want to know you. All of you before we take the next step.”
“Ugh. I hate that you’re right,” I mumble which causes him to laugh at me.
“Come on pretty girl. Let’s go.”
I don’t say anything. Just lace my fingers with his and follow him. He grabs a blanket off the deck on our way down the stairs. It’s breathtaking. The sun is just starting to peek above the horizon, casting shades of gold and red over the water.
Chase puts the blanket on the sand and pulls me down to sit between his legs. It’s nice this morning not too hot and not too cold. Summer is just around the corner.
Chase wraps his arms around me again, and I settle against him. Neither of us speak, both lost in thought and captivated by the view.
“Come on. You need to eat,” Chase says at the same time that Ally yells to us that breakfast is ready.
“I don’t want to, it’s too nice out here.”
Chase stands and reaches down to help me up. “We can come back down here tomorrow morning.”
I pick up the blanket and shake it off as we make our way back to the beach house.
“Do you think Daddy Warbucks will let us come back here? This place is beautiful,” I ask Chase.
“We can come back whenever you want. I doubt that they’ll use it themselves. This is just one of many houses in their property portfolio,” Chase tells me. I’ve still yet to meet Arden’s dad. But they all promise me he’s nice and will love me. He’s not a bad person apparently. Just a workaholic.
I have my doubts, but I trust my friends.
***
We’re just finishing up in Giselle’s when the boys arrive. It’s been an amazing experience. Arden is spoiling us.
Giselle is lovely. She’s prim and proper with a British accent. She knew what we wanted without us even saying anything. She just shoved us in dressing rooms and starting to hand us dresses to try on.
Given it’s only a few weeks until we graduate, I didn’t expect her to be making the dresses from scratch. But she is. She’s made us try on dresses so she could get an understanding of the styles that would suit us.
I have no idea what she’ll come up with, but looking around the shop I know that I won’t be disappointed. The dresses that line the walls are stunning.
