Текст книги "Taking Chances"

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“Yes.”

“How many girls?”

He pushed back slightly and ran a hand through my hair, cupping the back of my neck with it, “Harper...is that really something you want to know?”

I was already head over heels for this guy, and if he decided he wanted to be in a relationship at some point, this was something I definitely needed to know. God, please don’t let him be like Chase. I swallowed audibly, “Yeah, it is.” We were talking about all of my firsts being with him after all, it was only fair that I knew too…right?

He blew out a deep breath and thought for a second, “Five. I'm not like some of the other guys here. I actually have relationships, so my last five girlfriends.”

Five seemed like a hell of a lot to me, but then again I was glad that at least he could count them on one hand. Chase could barely count a week’s worth on both hands. “Okay.”

“Please don't ever be too embarrassed to talk to me.” He leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I'll never intentionally make you uncomfortable. If I do, tell me. And I promise I'll never push you to do anything you don't want to.”

“I know you won't, I'm not worried about that.” I pressed my face into his chest and fought the urge to run my fingers across his abs. We sat there in silence for a few more minutes, I almost fell asleep from the way his fingers were trailing down my back, but I wasn't ready to finish my time with him just yet. “Where did you go when you left?”

“Did you miss me?” He chuckled into my hair, “I just took a shower.”

“Oh, that was fast.” Seriously? He’d only been gone a handful of minutes, it practically took me that long to wash my hair…not that he had that problem. Slowly reaching my hand up, I passed it over his short buzz a few times.

“Does my head bother you?”

“Not at all.” If I was being honest, I loved the feel of it against my palms and fingers. I’d been wanting to do this since the moment I first saw him in the café. I continued to lightly run the tips of my fingers over his head, causing him to groan.

“You don't know how good that feels.”

I crawled higher up on the bed to press my lips to first his head, then temple, making my way to his lips. He crushed his mouth to mine when I got closer and I sucked in a startled breath. He held my body close to his, the weight of him as he rolled slightly on top of me was exhilarating and I found myself trying to pull him even closer. Parting my legs with one of his knees, heat instantly pooled low in my belly when his knee pressed high up against the inside of my thighs. I shuddered when Brandon made a trail to the base of my neck.

“Harper,” He groaned into my skin, “you can't do that.”

I froze, “What did I do?”

He blew out a long breath before rolling back to his side and curling me into his arms. “You can't shiver like that when I kiss you. It drives me crazy.”

Relieved I hadn’t actually done anything wrong, I bit my lip and tried to keep the stupid grin off my face. Good to know I affect him as much as he does me.

“If we don't go to sleep, I'm going to have to go back to the floor.”

I sighed in disappointment, but he was right. “Goodnight Brandon. I'll see you in the morning.”

“Night sweetheart.”

***

There was no freak out when I woke the next day, I knew exactly who had their arm around me and where I was. I stayed wrapped in Brandon's arms for a few minutes just enjoying being there until his fingers started tracing patterns on my waist.

“I'm guessing you're awake then?”

“Well I really hope I'm not dreaming you here.” Dear Lord how could his voice be any sexier?

I turned to face him and when his breath caught, covered my face with my hands. I silently prayed I didn't look absolutely hideous. I had washed my make-up off the night before, so there wouldn't be any streaks of mascara. But I'm sure there could be a ton of other things wrong right now.

He slowly peeled my hands away, “God you're beautiful Harper.” His hand left mine to brush across my cheek and push back my hair. “It was too dark to see you last night, but now?” He paused and slightly shook his head. “Beautiful is all I can manage right now.”

I smiled and studied his face for an immeasurable amount of time. Something seemed off but I couldn't place it for a while. “Your eyes are brown!”

He laughed and I desperately wanted to kiss that dimple, “Thanks for the observation...?”

“No, no. I just thought they were gray, like mine.”

“I've never seen anyone with eyes like yours. They're mesmerizing.” I looked at him pointedly, so he continued, “Grayish, brownish, greenish. Just depends. They change all the time.”

“But they were really gray yesterday, and now they're really brown. They don't just look hazel.”

“Different lights, different shirt colors, different eyes.”

“So what would usually make them green?” I was fascinated now, I wanted to see every different color they could possibly be.

“I don't know, hulk-like tendencies I guess.”

I laughed and kissed his hard jaw, “Well too bad it was dark in Chase's room last night, I would have liked to see that color too.”

His hands clenched into fists behind my back and I'm pretty sure he growled.

“Hey, calm down.”

“Sorry,” he exhaled and forced his hands to relax, "I just feel like one wasn't enough. He deserves a few more for yesterday.”

Males and their constant need to be violent. Ridiculous. “Please don't. I'm fine, all he did was embarrass me.”

“If he does anything like that again and I'm not around, please tell me.”

I blew out a deep breath and kissed his lips to keep from saying anything about his protective nature, he was just standing up for me. “I will.” Tucking my head back into his chest, I finally got a good look at it. “Hey you have a tattoo.” I touched the numbers on his chest and tried to make sense of them.

“I have a few.”

“What do the numbers and letters mean?” I traced them all. U A F 175 9 11 01

“United Airlines Flight 175. September 11, 2001”

“Your Dad.”

“Mhmm.”

“Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer it.”

He tucked my hair behind my ear again and cupped my face, “I'll answer anything for you.”

“Why was he on that plane?”

“Twice a year he had to go on a two week long business trip all over the country. He was headed for his last stop before he was going to come home.” The pain in his voice was unmistakable and I instantly regretted asking.

“I'm sorry.” I whispered into his chest, and placed a light kiss over the tattoo. I sat there quietly until he returned to playing with my hair and making circles on my back, even then I waited at least five more minutes before I said anything. “Will you show me the others?”

He smiled and flipped around so his back was facing me. I gasped when I saw everything on his back and shoulders. There were definitely more than a few. Tribal swirls covered the majority of his right shoulder leading toward his waist; I would have thought it looked stupid on anyone other than Brandon. It flowed perfectly over his sculpted back. A few lines of words in another language were peeking out from the bed near his ribs on his left side. Hidden between a swallow, a few stars and a Celtic cross were other designs I’d never seen before but thoroughly complimented the rest of the tattoos.

“Brandon, this is amazing.” I breathed.

“You like them?” He started to turn around but I stopped him so I could keep looking. He laughed and grabbed my hand to kiss my palm. When I felt satisfied, I tugged on his shoulder until he faced me again.

“Thank you Harper.” He said softly.

“For what?”

“For letting me talk about him, and knowing how to respond.”

I pulled his face towards mine and looked directly into his eyes, “Whenever you want to talk about him, I'll be here.”

He kissed me quickly before climbing out of bed. I instantly missed his arms around me and frowned. “Don't pout. It's cute as hell, but I want to take you out to breakfa-err...lunch.”

I grumbled and tried to crawl out of his bed. Before I could get my feet on the ground he had my legs wrapped around his waist, and his lips were devouring mine. Our tongues touched, and thankfully he didn't seem to mind my next shiver. I laughed into his mouth when he slammed my back into the wall. His mouth left a trail of heat down my neck, across my collar bone and stopped on my shoulder. I wiggled against him when he didn't continue.

He sucked in air through his teeth and I felt his chest rumble. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” he yelled it loud enough that I flinched and I wouldn’t doubt if he woke up everyone else in the house.

I shushed him, “Brandon! What's wrong?”

For how angry he seemed all of a sudden, I was surprised with the gentleness of his touch on my arm. He was breathing hard, but somehow I didn't think it had anything to do with me being pressed up against the wall anymore. He cursed again under his breath and his eyes finally caught mine when he set me down.

I inhaled sharply when I saw the hate in them. “Brandon?”

Mashing his lips together, he set his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. When I tried to look down at whatever he'd seen, his other hand slipped under my chin. “Don't.” He growled. After a few more seconds he took a deep breath in and looked at my arm again. “Harper.” He said through clenched teeth, “I want you to stay in here, and get ready. I'll be back soon.” He firmly pressed his lips to my forehead and turned to leave.

“Brandon what's wro–” my eyes widened, “Oh. My. God.”

“CHASE!” He roared as he left the room.

I stared in shock until his door slammed shut and he yelled for Chase again, then I grabbed the shirt he'd been wearing last night off the floor and took off after him, pulling the shirt over my head in the process. “Brandon! Brandon, don't!”

“Chase open the damn door!” he yelled as he banged his fist on his door.

There were already a group of barely awake people standing behind me in the living room when Bree opened the door.

“What is your problem?” She hissed at him.

“Where is he Bree?!”

Before she could answer, the back door slid open and Chase sauntered in rubbing his eyes. Had he slept outside? “What's with all the yelling?”

“You son of a bitch!” Brandon boomed as he charged towards the living room.

“Brandon!” I was standing close enough to the door that I stepped in front of Chase, who of course wasn't having that. He gently moved me behind him and I saw his entire frame tense up, ready for whatever was coming at him. “No. Brandon just stop!” I moved back in between them and held one hand out towards Brandon and put another on Chase's chest. I didn't care what Brandon did for a living, or that I had only known him for a day. I knew there was no way he would hurt me. His gentle touch just a minute ago when he was livid was proof.

“Harper, please move.”

“No.” I stood there with my hands still stretched toward both of them for another minute; when I felt confident he wouldn't charge Chase, I moved closer and rested my hands on Brandon's naked stomach. “He's not worth it.” I whispered.

The way he was breathing reminded me of a bull. “You have got to be kidding me! He –”

“I know,” I whispered so only he could hear, “I saw them Brandon. But please, don't do this right now.”

“Will someone tell us what's going on?” I didn't look to see who asked the question, I'm guessing one of the housemates.

I wrapped a hand around Brandon's neck and forced him to look at me. “We'll handle it, but not like this, okay?” I kissed him softly and looked back into his soft eyes. “Let me talk to him, I'll meet you in your room in a minute.”

His eyes flickered between me and Chase before he blew out a hard breath. “Not a chance.” Without waiting for a reply, he scooped me up in his arms and walked us back to his room. I wanted to remind him I was perfectly capable of walking myself, but I kept my mouth shut, “I'm sorry but I'm not leaving you near him without me.” He pressed his lips to mine fiercely and set me on the ground.

“I figured as much.”

“I know I'm probably pissing you off right now, but –” He glanced under the sleeve of his shirt on my body and sighed, “Why did you stop me?”

“I told you, he's not worth it.” I replied, “You guys live together, and if you got in a fight, I'm almost positive it wouldn't end with just you two. I don't want to be the cause of that fight Brandon.” I absolutely hated that I was worried about Chase. He was a big guy too, and I'm sure he wouldn't go down easily this time, but I didn't want him hurt and I had no doubt Brandon could do serious damage to him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply again as he sat on the bed, “You have bruises Harper. Bruises. Why didn't you tell me he was holding you that tight?”

“I hadn't realized he was.” I lied.

Just then there was knock on the door and Chase stuck his head in. Brandon stood up with a huff but I kept a hand to his chest and hoped he got the hint. Thankfully he did, because Lord knows I wouldn't be able to actually stop him.

“Well you just woke everyone in the house, care to clue me in?”

I felt Brandon's chest rumble beneath my fingers, ugh these guys needed to calm down. “Chase,” I began calmly, “how drunk were you last night?”

“Not drunk enough to forget why my jaw hurts.” His eyes wouldn't leave Brandon, I could practically see the ways he was thinking of getting back at him.

“Well you deserved that one, you were being rude.”

He flung his arms out and finally looked at me, “I was just talking to you!”

Brandon brought my body to his and slowly raised the sleeves of the shirt over my shoulders, “This is just talking to her?!”

Chase's gaze dropped to my arms and his face paled as he took in the three distinct bruises. One on my left arm from the beginning of the party. You could actually see the individual fingers on it. And the other two from where his thumbs pressed into my shoulders during our confrontation in his room. He shook his head slightly and tore his eyes from my arms to search my face.

“Oh God, Harper. I di– I.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his shaggy hair, “Harper I'm so sorry. I had no idea, I swear I didn't mean to hurt you.”

I had known, even when it happened, that Chase wouldn't physically hurt me on purpose. But there was no way to convince Brandon of that, and it looked like Chase was mentally beating himself up worse than Brandon could have with his fists. Despite Brandon's warning, he stepped up to me and placed his fingers on my left arm, lining them up with the biggest bruise.

“Harper,” Chase cleared his throat twice before continuing, “can I please talk to you alone?”

Brandon bristled behind me but slowly turned me so I was facing him. He kissed my neck, whispering in my ear, “I'll go get us something to eat. If he does anything, call me and I'll come right back okay?”

I nodded and watched as he put on a shirt and searched for his wallet and keys. Before he left he kissed me so passionately, I almost forgot Chase was there. I knew he'd done that on purpose by the smirk on his face. After one last silent warning to Chase, he was gone.

Chase waited ‘til we heard the front door close before saying anything. “Are you okay? God that's a stupid question, of course you're not.”

“No, I am. I'm fine.”

“How can you even say that?”

“Because I am!” Jeez, did these guys think I was that fragile? I mean, I know I'm small, but my dad is a Marine for crying out loud, I did daily drills and work outs with the guys in his unit. When they weren’t doing anything, they were constantly teaching me how to defend myself. “They don't hurt, I didn't even know they were there until Brandon saw them.”

“I just – I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”

The pain in his eyes was too much, he hadn't done this on purpose. Before I could think about what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pressed his face into mine. “I know you didn't Chase. It really is okay, you were drunk, and I was being stubborn.”

Groaning he leaned back far enough to look at me like I'd lost it, “Don't do that. Don't act like it's okay when it's not. You do this with everyone. And please don't make excuses for me. Yes I was drunk, and I don't always realize what I'm doing after I've been drinking, but that's no excuse Princess.” His voice wrapped around my nick-name lovingly, and though it threw me off for a second, I'd have to think about that later.

“Well maybe you shouldn't drink then.” I joked to lighten the mood.

“Maybe I shouldn't.” His eyebrows furrowed together, but he didn't look angry, just thoughtful. “Why him Harper?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why Brandon? You'd never been kissed, why'd you choose him to change that?”

It was weird to have him not making fun of me, I almost didn't know how to respond. “Why not Brandon?” I replied simply. He snorted a laugh but didn't say anything. “Why does that bother you so much Chase?”

“Because you deserve someone who realizes how amazing you are. You shouldn't have just let the first guy who gave you the time of day kiss you.”

“You're acting like I gave him everything and all we've done is kissed!” I unwrapped my arms and sat down on the bed. “And who are you to judge who I do and do not kiss?”

“Please don't. Don't give him everything.” He placed a hand on either side of my body and brought his face back to mine. “He doesn't deserve you Harper.”

My breath was coming faster, and though I knew I should lean away, I couldn't make myself actually do it. “And who does Chase...you?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

His eyes flashed before he closed them and hung his head. “No. I don't deserve you either. You need someone who will cherish you, protect you and take care of you. Someone that realizes they'd never be able to find another you in the world, no matter how hard they looked.” He looked back up into my eyes and we just stared at each other.

I was blown away, the emotion in his voice when he'd said that was unlike anything I'd ever heard. But we barely knew each other, there was no way he could think all this about me. He moved until his lips were hovering just above mine, and I thought my heart would stop.

“Chase...”

His voice was husky, and I could feel his breath against my lips. That alone was enough to make my eyelids flutter shut and my mouth open slightly. “That first night, I did realize I would never meet another girl like you. But you deserve someone who has waited for you as long as you have waited for them. And no matter how much I wish I could be that guy, I can't Harper.”

I had to bite back a frustrated groan when he moved his face away from mine. My arms gave out and I flopped down to the bed, trying to control my erratic breathing. It couldn't be healthy to feel this way for someone. A whimper escaped my mouth when he pressed his full lips to my throat.

“You're amazing Harper. There will never be anyone good enough for you.”

I secured my fingers in his hair, but didn't pull him closer. To be honest, I was a little terrified of what would happen when I did. If I kissed him right now, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop. And what would that say about me? I finally had my first kiss just last night, and not fifteen minutes ago Brandon had me pushed up against the wall. The way my heart would pound for each guy separately was already frustrating me to no end, I didn’t want to complicate things further by kissing Chase. And even though I hadn’t known Brandon long, I couldn’t stomach the thought of hurting him. Before I could move my arms back, Chase skimmed his nose up the inside of my forearm and kissed my wrist and palm before setting down my hands and walking out the door.

I stood up and tried to shake all feelings for Chase away before going to the bathroom to freshen up for when Brandon returned. When I walked back into his room he was sitting there with an iced coffee and blueberry muffin. I grinned and practically bounced over to kiss him. His stone face broke into a brilliant smile right before he caught me and lifted me off the carpet. That boy seriously liked picking me up.

“Did everything go okay?”

“Yep, he was really nice. Just apologized profusely, said it wouldn't happen again.” I'd already decided what to tell him when I was in the bathroom.

“It better not.” He grumbled into my hair and set me back down.

I laughed and turned to my coffee, “Thank you for this.”

“You're welcome. It's not much, but I was kind of hoping I could take you out tonight.”

I almost choked, “Out? Like a date?”

He chuckled and grabbed my hand pulling me towards the bed, “Yes a date. I know it's cliché, but how does dinner and a movie sound?”

“Sounds perfect!” I said a little too enthused. I slapped my hand over my mouth and turned beet red. “I'm sorry,” I mumbled into my hand, “I've never been on a date.”

He smiled and brushed the hair out of my face, “What was yesterday then?”

“What, at Starbucks? I thought we were just hanging out.”

“God you're adorable.” He kissed my forehead then lay back on his pillows. “Okay, well tonight is a date.”

I bit my lip and tried to avoid bouncing up and down. I was way too excited for just a date. “When do you want to go?”

“It's almost two, we can leave at six if that's okay.”

“Four hours? I gotta go then!” I leaned over and kissed him chastely before running out of the room to find Bree.

Bree was so excited for me that she left Konrad in bed to go with me to get our nails done. I'd have to apologize to him later, but I was glad she was such a good friend. I don't know why I was nervous, but I had butterflies in my stomach as I thought about tonight. She continued to tell me not to worry since I no longer had to worry about whether or not I should kiss him on the first date, to which she got a swift elbow in her ribs. Her only real advice was to not make out in the movie theater because it was annoying and unnecessary and I would most likely be sleeping in his bed again since she planned to do more than sleep with Konrad. I thought it was bad that I was already so comfortable kissing Brandon after just a day, but when she talked like that, all I could do was shake my head. At least I wasn't like that. I doubted I would ever be so comfortable with sex. We stopped by the dorm to get an outfit Bree thought would be perfect for the night, before heading back to the house so I could shower. I was almost done shaving when I heard the door open.

“Uh...Bree?”

I heard the toilet seat close and someone sit down on it. “Nope, just me.”

“Chase! What the heck are you doing in here?” I tried to cover different body parts, but my chest alone needed two arms to cover everything, so it wasn't working out too well.

“Calm down Princess, I won't peek.”

“I could've sworn I locked that door.”

“You do realize how easy it is to unlock my bathroom door when I have the key right?”

“Can you please leave so I can get out of here?” I whined as I shut off the water. A towel was thrust through the side of the curtain and I gladly wrapped myself in it, but still didn't open the only thing separating us.

“Answer one thing first, and I'll leave.” He waited for my reply, but went on when he didn't receive any, “Are you going out with him tonight?”

“Yes Chase, I am.”

“Is that what you want to do, or are you trying to get back at me for telling you not to?”

“I thought I only had to answer one question?”

“Harper.” He deadpanned.

“Ugh, no I'm not doing it to get back at you. Yes, I really want to go out with Brandon tonight. And if he asks me out again after tonight, I'm telling you right now I will say yes. I don't see why I shouldn't go out with him, and since you clearly don't want me, I don't think you're allowed to have a say in the matter.

He flung the curtain open and I jumped back, almost slipping in the tub. “I didn't say I don't want you. I said I don't deserve you.”

“That's practically the same thing.” I glowered at him, “We both know how you are Chase, you screw every female you come in contact with. I don't want to be just another girl to someone, and when it comes to Brandon, I won't be.” I waited for a response from him, but didn't receive any. “If you can convince me right now, that I have a reason to not be with him, then start talking. Otherwise, you and your confusing words need to stop.”

“As long as he is what you want, I'll stop bothering you.” He reached out to brush his fingers across the main bruise and I watched as his eyes clouded over.

Like that wasn't confusing.

He leaned in to press his lips to the finger marks, then on my left shoulder and finally my right. Chase's eyes were dark by the time he looked back into my eyes. “I'm so sorry Harper.” he whispered and leaned in close to kiss the corner of my mouth.

My knees started shaking but I somehow managed to stay standing.

“Get my number from Bree, I have to go into work tonight but if anything happens, call me and I'll be there.”

I just nodded and watched him walk out. I didn't even know he had a job, but I was positive I wouldn't be calling him tonight. Nothing good would come of it if I did. If my heart was already twisting from what just happened, he would surely break it when I saw him with his next girl. I couldn't let myself get any closer to him. No matter how much I wished he was different, he wasn't, and he would probably never change. I needed to stop thinking about him and focus on my date with Brandon. I dried my hair and curled the ends before doing my make-up with Bree. She said we had to pick carefully because my green shirt was being used to bring out the red highlights in my hair, and we didn't want to take away from that. Whatever that meant. She settled for a neutral goldish color and thankfully let me do my eyeliner and mascara. I wasn't too keen to have someone else putting pointy objects near my eyes. My phone chimed and I reached for it, smiling when I saw who it was from.

J. Carter – ‘Blaze! How’s California?’

Me – ‘AHHHmazing. When are you going to come visit? ;)’

J. Carter – ‘Soon as I get the okay.’

Me – ‘Promise?!’

J. Carter – ‘Of course. What’s my girl up to?’

Me – ‘I met someone and he’s taking me on our first date tonight!’

J. Carter – ‘Uh…really?’

Me – ‘Yes, really. What, am I not dateable?’

J. Carter – ‘Never said that…just wasn’t expecting you to meet someone, or date or anything like that.’

Me – ‘You could at least be excited for me.’

J. Carter – ‘I am. Call me later. Miss you’

Me – ‘Miss you too.’

“Let me guess…Jason?”

I looked up at Bree, “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Every time he calls or texts you, you stop paying attention to anyone else.”

“Well I don’t get to talk to him often.” I shrugged.

“Uh huh. Does Brandon have some competition?”

“What? No way. Carter’s my best friend. There’s never been anything like that between us.”

Bree just raised a blonde brow at me and turned me toward the mirror.

I was dressed in a green shirt that was loose at the top but form fitting where it rested on my hips, faded jeans with the bottoms rolled up to my calves and flip flops. After getting Bree's approval of my appearance, I left the room to find Brandon.

“You look gorgeous Harper.” He breathed when I walked into the living room.

“Not so bad yourself.” I winked. That was a lie, he looked downright delicious. He had on a pair of reefs, dark tan cargo shorts and a black button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his tan, muscled forearms.

He led me outside and I laughed when I saw the top had been put back on, “I don't feel like fighting guys off you tonight.” He kissed me once and helped me into the Jeep. I wasn't complaining, I'd actually done something with my hair today, I didn't want it messed up.

Bree had been right, I shouldn't have been nervous about the date. We'd had so much fun laughing and getting to know each other during dinner, and the movie was hilarious. As promised, we didn't make out in the theater, but the few tender kisses he'd stolen throughout the night left me wanting more, and honestly I couldn't wait to get back to the house. Chase was long forgotten by the time we were on our way back. We walked into a party much like the first one I'd been to, and I stifled a groan. Hopefully this one didn't end the same as the others. Brandon squeezed my hand reassuringly as we made our way to the kitchen. I was whisked away by Bree to get the play by play of the date, and though she'd told me to keep it clean, she was frowning with my lack of juicy details.

“Uh, who's that?” She pointed over my shoulder and I turned and searched through the sea of people. It didn't take long for my eyes to land on a leggy blonde hanging off Brandon. I smiled when I saw him repeatedly take her hands off him.

I looked back to my friend, “Well what do you say we go find out?”

When we got close enough, I could hear her whiny voice, she was obviously intoxicated. “But Brandon I've missed youuu.” She pouted at him and tried to run a finger down his chest, but he caught it and once again put her hand by her side. “We're so good together, remember? I'm sorry about this summer honey but I want you back.”

Even with him pushing her away, I was starting to get insanely jealous over this girl who was most likely his latest ex. “Kendra, seriously you need to stop. We're done.”

“Come on Brandon, I know you miss me too. Let's just pretend the last few months didn't happen.” She leaned in to try to plant a kiss on his neck but he pushed her back and held her away at arm’s length.

No wonder Brandon tried to beat the crap out of Chase. I wanted to punch this girl and she was falling over drunk. I decided it was my time to cut in, and yes I was going to lay it on thick. “Hey baby.” I purred as I stepped in between the two and pulled his face down so I could cover his lips with mine. Letting my tongue trail across his bottom lip, I whispered loud enough so Kendra could still hear. “I have something for you in your room.” I said suggestively.

He grabbed behind my knees and lifted me into his arms as he walked me towards his room. I caught a glimpse of the girl one more time, and couldn't help but laugh at her expression. Game over bitch. I win.

“Tease.” Brandon whispered in my ear, “But you are adorable when you're jealous.”