Emily and her mother have a lot of similarities when it comes to looks. That’s where it ends, though. It’s partly why I think her mother Heidi didn’t care for her. She thought Emily stole the attention away from her. I think even at a young age Heidi knew her daughter was going to be far prettier than her, and that was saying a lot.
There were a few modeling agencies that poked around at one point, but I put that shit to an end quickly. If that was something she wanted to do, which I’m almost positive wasn’t the case, it could wait. She needs to make that decision after high school. I don’t care what the agencies say about girls getting started at a much younger age. It wasn’t going to happen.
As closely as I keep an eye on Emily, I don’t know what she wants in life. To me, she appears to be all over the place. Which can mean a lot of different things. I think she is trying to find her passion. That she doesn’t quite know where she belongs. It’s why she stays busy for the simple fact of staying busy. I know that one well because I do it myself. Nothing gets you through a day quicker than having a million things to do. That’s what I’ve been doing. Checking off each day as they pass.
“Chase,” she moans my name.
I’ve been itching to pull her into my arms since the second I slipped into the bed, but for once luck was on my side. It isn’t long until she has her sweet little body wrapped around me.
This is what I’ve wanted for so long. I match her breathing, wanting to feel connected with her. I don’t care if I sound like some sap or even pathetic. I’m past all that shit. More than that, I’m past all the bullshit keeping us apart.
Emily turned eighteen at the beginning of her senior year. She’s months away from turning nineteen at this point, but I told myself I am waiting for her to be out of high school. That’s only a few days away, but at this point, fuck it. I’m tired of being away from her. I can’t do this anymore. It’s hell.
I’m already going to have to work my way back into her life. She’s built walls so thick and high that it’s going to take me some time to get through them. But if I’m anything, it’s patient. I’m ready to begin rebuilding her trust in me. I’ve come this far. I won’t fail now. Not having her is not an option.
“Chase?” she whispers my name, and this time, her hand drifts up my bare chest. Suddenly it stills, letting me know she’s starting to wake.
“It’s me, baby girl.” Her body relaxes a degree, but I keep rubbing my fingers up and down her back. I’ve never given much thought to my hands, but I can’t help but wonder if she hates the roughness. I might spend a lot of time in my office, but I’m always checking in on job sites and often getting my hands dirty. I stop rubbing her for a second. Her skin is so delicate I don’t want to blemish it.
“It feels good,” she mumbles. “Your hands. The roughness.” I know she’s awake, but I think it’s only partially because she never would have said that otherwise. She wouldn’t give me the satisfaction at this point, and I can’t say I blame her.
I close my eyes, taking in her words as I go back to caressing her. Even when we were younger, I could swear she knew what I was thinking. I’ve never believed in fate or coincidence, though my father swore by it, but I often swear Emily and I were destined to be together. How else could she know what’s running through my mind without me uttering a word?
“Chase,” she sighs my name. “Why am I here?” It’s the same question she asked last night. I guess I can only avoid it for so long, but I’m not sure how to broach this. For as smooth as I can be with people, when it comes to Emily, I’m a damn mess. I always say the wrong shit and fuck everything up. Usually, instead of making it better, I make it a thousand times worse.
“I wasn’t leaving you drunk at a party full of horny high school boys.” Her whole body goes still, and I know once again I’ve chosen the wrong words. She tries to get up, but I’m faster than her. I roll, pinning her beneath me.
The shirt I gave her to wear has ridden up, exposing her tiny bikini bottoms. My sweatpants are the only thing stopping my cock from thrusting home into her sweetness.
“I don’t need a babysitter.” She tries to growl at me, but she sounds more like an angry kitten than anything. My girl is always so sweet. Seeing the fire in her eyes has my cock jerking against her pussy. And it doesn’t go unnoticed by me how her bright blue eyes widened as if she’s surprised by my attraction to her.