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"Wow," I said, flicking to the show and shaking my head. For such a hot girl, she was surprisingly normal. And she told surprisingly bad jokes. "Just…wow."
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AVERY
Three episodes later, Chase turned to me blearily. "I want to watch more, but I have to sleep."
"I really don't want you to turn it off, but do it. Otherwise, we'll be up all night!"
Chase laughed. "I know, right? Makes you want to grab a sword and go fight somebody."
"I love all the characters. I don't want anything bad to happen to them." I turned to him, rolling over on the pillow. "You don't think something bad's going to happen to them, do you?"
Chase grinned at me. "Nah. It's TV, right? There's gotta be a happy ending."
I frowned. "I don't know. I sort of have a bad feeling about it. " I sat up. "I better get going to bed. See you tomorrow, okay?"
Chase's face fell a little. "You don't want to stay? I'll let you sleep. I promise."
"Chase…" Of course I wanted to stay. What I didn't want to do was dig myself into an emotional hole I'd never be able to claw my way out of.
His big hand patted the bed. "I like having you here with me."
I liked being here with him, too. That was the problem.
He looked at me, pleading. "C'mon, just stay. Stay and snuggle with Chase."
I laughed. "You're a goof. But okay." I lay back on the bed, feeling way too comfortable as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. "Okay."
Chapter Fifteen
CHASE
I woke up with my arm thrown over her, sunlight streaming into the room, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I watched her as she slept. Her long blond hair tangled behind her, and her chest rose rhythmically and peacefully. Her face was smooth, calm. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I should let her rest.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd hung out with a girl, gone swimming, had dinner, watched TV—and just had fun. I wasn't putting on any airs for Avery. Not because I didn't feel like I had to, given her situation, but because she was a real girl. She was pretty and sweet and awesome. She made me feel normal, like being myself was good enough.
Plus, she liked Game of Thrones. We were going to watch it again tonight.
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, putting my hands behind my head. This was becoming a problem. I was asking Avery to make me dinner, sleep in my bed and to binge-watch Netflix with me—and she was my escort. And I'd sworn to myself—up-and-down—that I was not going to get involved with my escort.
Because I couldn't.
Oh yeah—and I'd fucked her. Twice. I'd fucked her well. It felt like her tight little body was made for mine.
She was waking up. She rolled over and looked at me, a happy smile breaking out over her face. "Hey."
I beamed back at her. "Hey yourself."
She stretched and her boobs jiggled beneath the filmy fabric of her T-shirt. Speaking of that tight little body… I leaned over and kissed her forehead, and then I pulled her against me.
Because I couldn’t fucking help myself.
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We had sex all day. In my bed. In my pool. On my patio. In my shower.
