Page 8 of Committed to You

“Yes. You stayed at my place, can I stay at yours?”

“Way to guilt me into it,” she mumbles.

“You can say no.”

She tilts her head. “You’re going to behave?”

I hold out my pinky. “Pinky promise.”

She laughs. “Are we back in kindergarten?”

I shrug. “Does that mean I can take my shoes off and stay?”

She sighs and bites down on her lip, grappling with whatever is going through her mind.

“I’ll make you breakfast in bed tomorrow morning,” I offer.

“So, you’re bribing me now?”

I hold my hands in the air. “You’re not making this easy, so if I have to pull out all my cards, I will.”

A tiny grin forms on her face, and she finally says, “Fine. You don’t have to go.” She pulls out a blanket and pillow from the closet and drops them on the couch.

“I’m tired. I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” She disappears into the next room.

Oh no, she isn’t.

I wait for a minute, strip down to my boxers then turn off the light. Using the flashlight on my phone, I maneuver around her apartment and knock on her door.

“Yes,” she calls out.

I open her door, walk over to the empty side of the bed, crawl under the covers next to her, and put my phone on the nightstand.

She sits up. “Chase, what are you doing? You promised you would behave.”

“I said I would be good, and I will.”

“Then what are you doing in my bed?”

“I came here to see you, not your couch.”

“Funny,” she says.

“I’m not laughing.”

“This isn’t happening, Chase. I’m not having sex with you, so put your dick away.”

“I promise my dick will not try anything with you tonight.” My dick hates me at this moment because it’s hard as a rock and wants to be fed, but she doesn’t want that, so I’m going to just have to deal with it. “Just scoot down, and let’s cuddle.”

“You want to cuddle?” she says.

“Yeah. We’ve cuddled before. You didn’t seem to be scared of me then.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Then, come here.” I put my arm around her shoulders. She pauses but then moves down so her head is on my chest and her arm is around my waist. “That’s better.” I kiss the top of her head. “I missed you.”

“Yeah, what did you miss?”

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