15. bleed them out.
There was a loose sweatshirt and my size joggers along with makeup remover a toothbrush a comb and perfume.
“what is all this?” it was pretty obvious but the opportunity to embarrass Chase was too hard to give up.
“I just packed a few things you might need for tonight as I wasn’t sure you would get a bag or not.”
“so sweatpants my size just happen to be there with you.”
“no” he said and looked around with a small blush on his face.
I plopped off the counter and gave him a hug. He took a second to respond to it but once he gave in I felt like I had found sanctuary, cocooned in warmth and whispered promises. I stood on my toes and pecked his cheeks and that’s when I found him turning redder.
“thank you.” I whispered and he turned towards me accidently brushing his lips past mine. A bolt of electricity shot up my arm and my heart quickened it’s pace. Realization dawned over me. I liked him. Fuck. Me.
I got changed and freshened up as soon as I came out of the guest room I saw the rest of the gang in the living room chatting away.
“Hey guys. How was the rest of the night?” I asked
“you would not believe what happened!” Mila started scooting over on the couch to let me sit beside her, she placed the blanket on top of me.
“Anderson here” she points at him, “dares this dude” pointed at Vince, “to kiss Payton.”
I glance at Chase to read his intake from across the couch but his face was blank.
“then?” I asked Vince, “did you do it?”
“No!” Mila said and laughed, “looks like we have two losers here.”
She screams and jumps still drunk from the night. Payton was half asleep and everyone else looked tired too. Only Vince was looking lost. Mila announces that she needs water and leaves the room which gives Chase a chance to come sit next to me.
“so what are you thinking?” I leaned back on the couch and whispered to him. Everyone was unusually quiet and I wanted to know what’s up.
“I’m just thinking how cute you look with my hoodie on.” He said with a blank expression but a gleam in his eye.
“this is yours?” I asked
“yeah, you like it?” he asked with a gleam in his grey eyes
“it’s a plain black hoodie what’s not to like?”
“look at the wrist” he said and I looked down, it had a small knife monogram stitched into it.
“that’s so cute.”
“it’s you.”
“what do you mean.”
“it’s your patch. I got it made the day I met you. It’s on all my favour articles.”
That’s when I melted for the 2nd time that night. This boy, oh my.
I was speechless and all I could do is look up into his eyes and smile. I had to look away to check my phone for a message. Payton had sent us a message over our chat. She appeared to be asleep when I glanced over. It said, "Leave the boys now!" I need to talk.
I showed this to Chase and he nodded.
He gestured for Vince and Anderson to leave so the girls could get some sleep.
he leaned over from the couch, kissed my forehead quickly, and whispered, “keep any debts remaining, next time you feel grateful I wouldn’t mind a kiss here.” He stood up straight and pointed at his lips.
If any other man would say this, I would have cringed or slapped or bruised them. But Chase Dicanto was not any other man.
The boys left after saying bye to Mila in the kitchen.
Payton woke up and asked us to move to Mila’s room, the girls got changed while I check for some activity in our house to see if things were secure. After they were done we all sat on the bed and waited for Payton to say something.
“why would he not kiss me?” She said and bot Mila and I looked at each other helplessly.
Fuck.
“what do you mean?” Mila asked while at the same time I asked, “what did you want him to do.”
Payton groaned and jumped off the bed and started pacing.
“I mean I thought there was something between us when he waits for me after practice and texts me and tells me he cares about me, but I just thought that could also be gang thing, like in Slacks we are like family why the fuck won’t we care or like call each other.”
Mila and I both just stared at her and waited for her rant. The only thing we could do right now was listen.
“why would he refused to kiss me. Am I just like a sister”