Emma's POV
Chase grabbed me.
I was amazed at the amount of strength he had.
I knew he frequented the most fancy gyms in the city, and the home gym of late.
"So all that late night workout finally paid off, huh?" I asked, tickling him while he carried me like a little girl up the stairs.
"You think I train ninety minutes everyday to catch a falling stranger?" He shot back at me.
"Oh, so now I'm a stranger?" I asked, with exaggerated hurt.
"You can undo that." He said, winking at me.
"Is that not how you kinda see everyone?" We walked past my room and his, and I had begun to wonder where the hell he was taking me.
"What does that even mean?" He asked.
"You kinda treat people with a long spoon, close enough, but not too close." I said. He didn't seem too eager to answer that. "Any reasons for that?" I asked him.
He threw me over his shoulder to fetch something from his pocket. I looked at what room we'd stopped at, it was Mark's.
I didn't have a problem with Chase wanting to dare his dad. But I didn't want to be a part of it. My mom would be so ashamed too.
"Really?"He asked, stalling.
I gave no reply and just waited, hoping the universe doesn't plan to surprise us with our parents' arrival while he was trying to unlock Mark's door.
"Please tell me the room also exits somewhere else." I begged.
He laughed and finally, the door opened, giving me great relief.
"Are you scared?" He asked in a foreign accent but a serious tone.
Mark's room was everything I thought it would be, and more.
It was larger than our sitting room in Starry.
It was even more beautiful than I gave it credit for. With pretty indoor decor lamps and lights hanging at different lengths from the ceiling.
It had a couch in it, a neat silver coloured couch to match the silver theme and all the baking in the room.
It looked like it belonged to a celebrity with a reality TV show.
"Your dad could start reality TV." I joked.
"I don't care what he starts or stops, except his breathing." I found that harsh, and mean.
What he said repulsed me, and also kinda scared me. I felt the hair on my body rise, and my muscles stiffen.
"I'm sorry it sounded that way." He apologized, holding my face in his hands. "It's just, there's a lot I wish I could say." He said, ending the conversation.
"I think that's pretty double standard for someone who claims to not like surprises." I said, smiling and looking away.
"Don't be that way." He said. "It's just best ugly things are kept in the shadows."
"And what happens when they come to light?" I asked him.
"Then it would be none of our business, cause I'm not hiding shit from you." Chase tried to change the tone of the conversation, wanting me to believe that all that happened was just a joke, but I knew too much about people, from observation, to believe that.
He said I was struggling with reality and brought his lips to mine.
They were cold cause we'd been outside for about thirty minutes.
"Sure you're fine?" I asked, breaking the kiss.
"Yeah, I want you, that's all I want. Us, in this moment, forever." Chase said. His eyes were glistening.
Chase took off my cardigan and threw it on the floor. It looked cheap and out of place compared to the fancy rugs in the room, but Chase didn't seem to care. His mind was on my body, and mine, his..
He removed his Jersey to reveal a freshly gotten tattoo.
It was all sorts of dry bones, twigs, and small skeletons, which struck me as a poor choice.
"Can I ask a question?" I asked, even though Chase was on top of me, but still wearing his shorts.
"You already did, beautiful." He replied, driving my hair to the back, and packing it into a messy, loose bun.
"I mean, other than that." I said, blushing lightly.
"Go ahead." Chase consented, kissing my cheeks, my beauty bone, my neck, my ears, literally everywhere.
"What's up?" I asked him.
"You mean apart from this?" He asked, making a joke of his erection.
"Come on." I chided. "You know what I mean, your tats" He smiled and looked away. "They've not always been there, have they?" I asked.
"They have." He answered, looking me in the eye. "We just never did it in the light cause you were always too ashamed of me."
"That's not it." I protested.
"So what is?" He asked.
"This is about you, not about me." I said, smiling.
"Isn't that how life is though?" He asked, rolling away from me.
I felt a bit bad for making him less interested in sexing me, but I also knew it was the time to have a candid discussion.
"You were literally born with a silver spoon, you don't look like you ever really had it rough." I commented.
"That's insensitive." He observed. "It's not always been this way."
Chase stood up, walked to his dads bar, and poured some whiskey into a cup. I couldn't catch the name on the fancy label.
"Should we stop?" I asked.
"I don't know what it is exactly, you're referring to, but no." He replied. "I don't want to stop anything I'm currently doing.
I smiled in my heart, and just watched him. Mark's bed was too comfortable, I feared I'd have slept off if Chase wasn't there.
"She was beautiful." He started. "Kinda looked like you."
"Your mom?" I asked.
"I used to think it was love, you know." He poured another glass full. "She was mad about him, all over him, all over me. She kinda never loved her own life." Chase was drinking so much, and getting drunk fast.
"I don't know what to say." I replied, honestly.
"You don't have to say anything." He replied. "I just wish him something worse, and I have a feeling he'd get it." He poured what was left of it in his mouth and looked at me.
At that point I was already so scared.
My mom and I were involved with men who couldn't stand each other. It was gonna end funny for one of us.