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.He’s only wearing a pair of black pajama pants; he must have kicked the sheets off him.Holy hell, even his back is sexy.His black hair is covering one of his eyes, giving him an almost boyish appearance, his face turned towards me.He must have carried me from his car to the house.I look down and realize I’m wearing what must be one of his T shirts.I don’t know what to think about that.I glance back down at Chase to see that he is now awake and watching me, his eyes soft, lids heavy.“Good morning, beautiful girl.” His morning voice is deeper and huskier than last night.My breath hitches.“Morning.” I mumble.I am not a morning person.And I just remembered that I did not text Nikki.She is going to flay me alive.“Nikki called and I answered and said you were okay, I hope that’s fine,” he tells me.“She told me that I could be lying and that you better call her first thing in the morning,” he says, eyes twinkling.“Umm thanks.” I think.“I put you in one of my T shirts; I tried not to look as much as I could.” He looks sheepish and I laugh at his honesty.He grins at me and pulls me into his arms, and I can’t help but relax into them.“Are you okay?” he asks me once I’m wrapped up in his arms, my head resting on his chest.I nod yes.“Let me know if you want something, don’t be shy okay.”I mumble an “mmm hmmm” into his chest.Chase sighs heavily.“What is it about you?” he asks rhetorically.I glance up at him and roll my eyes.My eyes land on his lips and seem to linger there.“When you look at me like that, fuck!” he almost whispers, his tone husky.I stare into his eyes, mine holding an invitation.He pulls me closer, lifting me up higher on his chest.“Exquisite.” Is all he says, before his lips are on mine.He kisses my lips, and makes his way down my neck, paying extra attention to the juncture between my neck and shoulders.I don’t know how long we have been making out like teenagers for, but here we are.I am so turned on right now, and from the groans Chase is making, and the hardness I can feel through his extremely thin pajama pants, I think he feels the same.He pulls back suddenly with a curse.We lay down, panting, trying to get ourselves under control.“I don’t want to rush this Layla.You’re.different.” He looks serious as he tells me that.“Why don’t you have a quick shower and I’ll start making you some breakfast?” he suggests.I nod and daringly lean in to give him a kiss.He moans, “Shit, Layla.If you keep that up my good intentions are going to go right out the window.”I pull away and smile seductively; before I can leave, he pulls me back and takes my face into his palms, holding me gently.“I don’t know what this is Layla, but it feels-““Right?”“Yes, right.” He echoes quietly.He kisses me on my nose, which I wrinkle.With that he stands up and leaves the room, leaving me lost in my thoughts.I go into the bathroom and stare in the mirror.I don’t look too bad, besides some smudged eyeliner.Lucky I didn’t wear much eye makeup last night.He has extra toothbrushes in his cupboard, so I help myself to one.He must have guests over a lot.Ha, I can just imagine what kind of guests, a man like this would be having.I have a long shower, and unfortunately, have to dress back in my dress.Looks like I will be making my first walk of shame, even though I didn’t have sex last night.I shove my underwear in my bag, tie my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head and walk out Chase’s master bedroom.And when I do I get the shock of my life.“Fuck.” I don’t usually swear but this is definitely a fuck moment.Holy hell, only I could get into a situation like this.I walk past the familiar cream walls, straight to the kitchen.I want to die of embarrassment.I flop down onto the stool, with what must be a look of horror on my face.Chase is standing there, eating a Twix chocolate bar and looking like he is enjoying himself, until he sees my face.He then puts down the chocolate and rushes over, taking my face in his hands like he did in the bedroom.“Hey, what’s wrong?” I don’t answer him, because I am mentally yelling at myself for not snooping into the master bed room and bathroom.If I did I would have recognized it.Before I can answer James walks out of his room.Could this get any worse? Chase has let go of me by now and is looking at me with a concerned look
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