“Stop, you two,” Chase chastises.
Nate huffs as Chase’s phone rings.
I feel it vibrating in his pocket, under my knee.
How did that happen? I wonder as I shift away from him.
Chase keeps a tight grip on my leg as he works his phone out of his pocket with his other hand. I watch as he frowns at the screen before answering.
“Hello?”
I hear the murmuring of the person on the other end but can’t make out what’s being said. Whatever it is, must not please Chase. He lets go of my leg and squeezes the bridge of his nose before standing.
“On my way,” he growls into the phone. He hangs up and shoves it back into his pocket. “I’ll be back.”
“Wait,” I say, making him stop. “Can I come with you?” I ask as I move the blanket off of my lap.
“Not tonight, Willow. Maybe some other time.” Chase looks away from me and locks eyes with his brother. They have some sort of silent conversation that has them both nodding.
He leans forward and kisses my cheek. “Get some sleep, I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmurs into my ear.
I say nothing as he walks away.
“So what’s going on with you and my brother?” Nate teases as we hear the SUV drive away.
“Just shut up and watch your movie,” I say, making him laugh.
“Whatever you say, Wills.” He smirks as he pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth, looking a little too happy.
* * *
Grabbinga bowl from the dishwasher and a box of cereal, I make myself something to eat. Leaning against the counter, I bring the spoon to my mouth, trying not to think about Chase and how he didn’t come home last night.
Where is he?
Was he with someone else?
Why do I even care?
I growl, staring down at the bowl as I get another spoonful, annoyed with myself.
“What did that cereal ever do to you?”
I glance over and see Chase leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets.
Looking back at my cereal. “Nothing,” I mutter.
“Uh, huh.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him push off the doorframe and walk toward me.
“How was the movie?”
“I don’t know, I went to bed shortly after you left.” I shrug, still staring at my bowl.
“You should have finished it,” he says as he stands next to me.
“I still don’t understand your obsession with movies,” I say, shoving the last spoonful into my mouth. Pushing off the counter, I go to the sink and rinse the bowl. “I’ll see you later,” I mumble, walking past Chase.
