Chapter 63-2

“I said I’m not,” he snapped. “We can go.” “Like when?!” He rolled his eyes. “Like whenever.” “Like tomorrow?!” “Yeah, sure. Huh?! Isn’t tomorrow too soon? We’re not even done glamping yet!” Krislynn snickered, and then with her daintiest feminine charm, nuzzled her head against his chest as her arms found its way around his waist. “You said we should enjoy our weekends,” she reminded him. “So we should do that.” He smiled down at her and wrapped his own arms around her. “You’re crazy.” He sighed. “So does that mean we can go?!” He only needed to issue a small nod to send her cheering off outside. He watched her with amusement from the window as she did wild fist pumps and light-heartedly carried on with the direction of her current. By the time they lit the fire and sat down for dinner in front of it, the sky was nicely darkened and the warmth of the fire kept them cozy against the night chills. It wasn’t that cold out, but bearing in mind that it was the beginning of December, Chase had brought out a couple of fleece throws just in case, and Krislynn had leisurely taken one as she roasted marshmallows in happiness. She twirled the roasting stick in her hands as she spoke. “You know Chase… It’s been a lot of fun.” He chewed through a bite of a hotdog, and held back a groan just thinking that soon enough he’d have to clean up his yard, take apart the bed, and drag it back upstairs to the guest room to put it back up again. “Good. Because it was a lot of work.” She laughed. “No, I didn’t mean today. I meant just in general.” She smiled. “It’s been a lot of fun. Ever since meeting you, I’ve been able to go to places I wouldn’t have gone, see things that I wouldn’t have seen, experience things that I wouldn’t have experienced. Meeting you, it’s been a lot of fun.” “Yeah,” he murmured. “Me too.” They exchanged smiles, and didn’t seem to mind the silence as they filled up on more food than they could handle. The darkness above them only grew blacker as the night passed by, and as much as Krislynn wanted to count stars all night, the sky was rather vacant and she could count all of them without using all the fingers on her hands. She settled for admiring the fairy lights Chase had draped over the canopy when she crawled onto the bed to rest. “It’s so pretty,” she murmured when Chase joined her after putting out the fire. He shrugged, and pulled her arm out so he could sleep on her. “So now what?” He yawned. “Can we hump?” “Can we what?!” She laughed. “No Chase. We can’t hump. I thought I made it perfectly clear that I didn’t want to be the one that turned you into a clinical sex addict.” “But I worked hard today,” he complained. “So you should put out. Relationships are like that you know. It’s give and take.” “I know. You did work hard today. So you should sleep?” She held back a giggle, and though she expected him to make a bigger fuss in disagreement, he was clearly exhausted from taking apart his house, taking apart his yard and running around town for errands. He mumbled something inaudible as he closed his eyes. “What?” She turned onto her side and stared at him. “I said, fine. I’m tired so I’ll let you off today, but between getting too much and not getting any, I’d much rather the former than the latter.” “I’ll bet.” “I’m not kidding. Sexual frustration is a serious medical condition.” She started laughing so even with his eyes closed, he had to reach out and gently pinch a good chunk of her cheek to make her stop. “I’m not kidding,” he said again. “Did you know that when male rabbits get sexually frustrated in front of a female, they get so frustrated that they have a heart attack and die?! That could be me next!!!” “You’re not a rabbit,” she laughed, “so you should be fine. You’re safe.” He made sure she heard his displeasure, but shortly dozed off in her arms. For a while, Krislynn just gazed at him as he slept, but his head was surprisingly heavy for the amount of contents inside. She was sure he only thought about making movies and sex for about ninety percent of his brain – why was it so heavy? Groaning, she wedged her arm out from under him, paying mind to do it gently so she wouldn't wake him up. She wanted to stare at him all night if she could. Pedro’s concert was next Saturday and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would stay if she found Ella so she had to make the most of it. She wanted to remember Chase when he smiled, when he laughed, and when he slept. She wanted to remember what he looked like. Smiling, her fingers reached out to touch him. They moved through the tips of his hair and along the side of his face. “I think I’m going to miss you Chase,” she whispered. “You have to call home often and stay healthy and happy.”  She brushed her lips briefly across his, and after huddling herself against his warmth, fell asleep beside him. She must have been asleep for several hours before the ruckus of a phone call disturbed her from her sleep. By the time Krislynn had her eyes half-opened to study her surroundings, Chase was already swearing as he shuffled his pants for his phone. “Fucking hell. Why is my phone here?” He pressed his phone against his head and stifled a yawn. “Hello?” Krislynn closed her eyes and went back to sleep, but there was urgency in Chase’s voice that made her unable to displace her attention from him. “Wait. Jace? Calm down. Speak slowly. What?” He paused. “‘Kay, I got it. Calm down. Where are you right now?” He paused again. “Let’s meet up. Alright. I’ll see you soon.” “Was that Jace? What’s wrong?” From the look on Chase’s face, he was obviously in distraught, but tried not to let the bulk of it show as Krislynn sat up and looked on worriedly. He groaned, not knowing where to explain, but one thing was for sure: he was wide-awake now. “Jace… broke up with LaCienega.”