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“No idea. When I told him earlier what the plan was, he told me he’d tell Ally and pick her up. It’s odd but I didn’t want to argue with him over the phone.”

“Ally told me her car was making a funny noise, so she was trying not to drive it. Asked if I would pick her up for school next week. I went for a drive with her in it. I think it’s the timing belt,” Yasmin fills us in.

“Why didn’t she say something? We’d look at her car.” I’m upset. She knows we’d do anything for her. Fixing cars is what I enjoy doing. I don’t get it. I quietly wonder if Yasmin’s assumption is right.

It feels like she’s pulling away. I’m happy Yasmin knows what is happening though. It means that even if Ally is trying to get away from us, she is still letting Yasmin in.

“Don’t be upset. She said she would talk to you about it this weekend. She just didn’t want to add more onto your plate this week. Apparently I was enough.”

“We’ll always have time for her,” I say. There must be more going on. This isn’t like Ally.

“I know that, but maybe you should tell her. I didn’t mean to shake up the group dynamics. I’m happy to stay home tonight if you’d rather just hang out together.” As Yasmin speaks, I can detect the uncertainty in her voice. She would step back if it was what we wanted.

“Don’t be silly Shorty. Ally would likely blame me if you weren’t here. She’d be quick to assume I did something to offend you and scared you away. That girl scares me. You NEED to be here, if only to save me.” Arden says.

“Are you sure?” Yasmin chooses to ignore the rest of Arden’s statement.

“Positive.” We say in unison.

“Okay.” Her response is quiet. Now is one of the moments that I am jealous of the fact that Arden has her laying in his arms and not mine.

“Let me walk you home.” I say, itching for a chance to get her alone again. I’m pretty sure there won’t be another chance this afternoon. Unless I corner her somewhere away from everyone. I’m not against doing that. Arden sits up pushing her forward and helping her off the bed.

I follow suit and slip my shoes on as I stand up. Walking around the bed I grab her hand and lead her out the door, leaving Arden sitting on my bed.

“I’ll be back, just walking Yasmin home so she can have a shower.” I yell out to everyone in the house.

“Okay, don’t be long. Lunch will be ready soon.” Mum yells back from the kitchen, Millie pops her head out and waves goodbye.

I drag Yasmin out the door, across the street and wait until she unlocks her front door before, I push her through and close it behind me. I spin her around, push her against it and let my mouth descend on hers. Yasmin doesn’t stop me; she pulls me closer wrapping her arms around me and meeting my tongue stroke for stroke. I push myself against her, relishing in the feeling of her soft body against me. She starts moaning as she pulls me as close to her as she can.

My hands roam up and down her side, eventually making their way between her and the door to grab her ass. The minute my hands touch her there, she jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist, allowing me and the door to take her weight.

She’s rubbing against my crotch and moaning into my mouth. I’m the luckiest guy alive right now. I want her. I want all of her. Now isn’t the time. I want to cherish her, take my time to appreciate her. But I can give her the release she is so desperately seeking. I deepen the kiss and let my hands wander.

It doesn’t take long before Yasmin throws her head back. Moaning loudly.

“Don’t stop Chase. Please don’t stop.” She moans.

I don’t stop. I give her everything she needs.

Once Yasmin catches her breath, her eyes meet mine and she has the most beautiful smile on her face.

“Wow” she breaths “Just wow. When can we do that again?”

“Whenever you want pretty girl.” That’s the only thing I get to say before she’s kissing me again.

Chapter Eleven

Yasmin

Chase decided to stay while I showered. We fooled around for an hour. Our clothes stayed on and we decided it was best not to take it any further. Just yet. It felt amazing being in his arms. His phone ringing snapped us out of our bubble. Arden was getting impatient.

I left Chase downstairs while I showered. I decided that I’d wear something other than my pyjama’s. I can always come home to get changed later if I need to. Dad messaged earlier to say that he wasn’t going to be home tonight. He’s been asked to work an extra shift.

Which means we won’t see him tomorrow because he’ll sleep all day and then he works again tomorrow night. Millie and I have only seen him 3 times this week, each time just a brief encounter in the kitchen. It makes me angry that he hasn’t even tried.

I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bright, my cheeks are still flushed. I run my fingers along my lips, still feeling Chase’s lips on mine.

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