Wherefore Art Thou, Chase?

Author\'s Notes: I apologize for such a long wait, but I appreciate your endless patience with me. Now, I have been getting alot of questions about Lily and Seamus. I would like to inform you all that, if I get my way, there will be a story for Lily. Of course, it all depends on if anyone is still reading and reviewing this story by the time I end it. Now, whether it will be Lily and Seamus or Lily and ??? is yet to be seen, but don\'t worry. No matter what happens, I will not let Lily\'s or Seamus\' stories go untold.

Now, enjoy Chapter 12!! And please review (thanks to all those that have, btw. You have my eternal gratitude).

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Chapter 12: Christmas

He gave the geek’s scrawny body one last kick, just to make sure he was out, then smiled perversely up at Justin. Jerking his head toward the building, the other man nodded. They let themselves into the apartment building, leaving Huey’s prone body in a pool of blood in the parking lot.

There was no way that fucking wimp could have survived the beating he and Justin had given him, he thought as they climbed the spiral staircase. Just no–fucking–way. And, even if he did, by some miracle, there was always the back-up plan.

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Grant Smith spun his keys on his finger as he jogged down the stairs that led to the parking lot. He headed towards his car and something caught his eye. Turning his head, he saw a young, unidentifiable male lying facedown in a pool of blood. Going towards him, he reached and felt for a pulse. Something passed over his face as he felt a soft, hard-to-detect beat on his wrist. Reaching for his cell phone, he quickly dialed emergency services and waited, keeping track of the young man’s pulse.

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Erin raced into the hospital, Chase and Janelle right behind her. She had rushed up to the desk and was asking the nurse about Huey in very worried tones when she was interrupted by Janelle tugging on her sleeve. The redhead whirled around, green eyes wet and alert as they darted around the room.

“Erin, look,” the brunette murmured, pointing out a young man with dirty blonde hair and smoldering brown eyes sitting in a chair outside a room close by.

“Grant?” she asked, moving towards him. He’d been the one to call her, but she didn’t think he was going to hang around this long. After all, he didn’t even really know Huey; he’d just found him lying in a pool of blood in the parking lot.

The sandy-haired man looked up and he gave Erin a sympathetic smile as he stood. Without thinking, Erin threw her arms around him. She hardly noticed it when his arms wrapped around her, too, she was just so worried about Huey.

“Thank you for finding him, Grant…Thank you for calling me,” she murmured, unaware of the strange looks Janelle was giving them. Erin wasn’t known for getting so emotional about any of her boyfriends, whether they were former or current.

Yet, there she was, hugging a former boy toy because he’d saved her boyfriend.

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Erin held Huey’s hand gently, her worried eyes darting over his face. He was unconscious and most of his features were either bruised, swollen, or both. An oxygen tube was connected to his nose and an IV was hooked up to his arm. Machines all around them were beeping and whirring, busy monitoring his insides while he slept.

The doctors had refused to tell her the full extent of the damage, but they did let her into his room when he’d gotten out of surgery, so she was grateful. Besides, Erin didn’t think she wanted to know the full extent of the damage that had been done to Huey. Unfortunately, Janelle and Chase hadn’t been allowed into the room and Grant had rushed off rather quickly, so she was all alone.

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Janelle drained the small cup of water she had gotten from a conveniently placed water cooler.

“I hate hospitals.” She turned to look at Chase, who was staring distantly out a window in the waiting room.

“Why is that?” she asked him, refilling the small cup and then sitting down next to him.

“They just always smell of disease and sickliness,” he explained, still looking like he wasn’t quite aware of the conversation.

“No, Chase, that’s ammonia and bleach…it’s the same smell of public schools,” she joked weakly, trying to lighten the tenseness in his shoulders. She knew he appreciated a good joke, but she was having trouble coming up with anything. After all, Huey was not just her friend, but her best friend’s boyfriend and her…She wasn’t sure how to classify Chase, but “crush” seemed too school-girl-ish and “boyfriend” was definitely not the word to use…Well, whatever Chase was to her, Huey was his friend, too.

Plus, Grant just showing up like that…It seemed slightly fishy to Janelle. How had he known to call Erin on her cell phone? Certain things didn’t add up, and it confused the hell out of her. Before she could voice her concerns aloud, though, a large, bustling, silver-haired woman caught her eye. She was rushing up to the main desk and she looked rather panicked and flustered.

“I’m looking for Hubert Kent?” she half-shrieked at the attendant. “I got a call that Hubert Kent was taken to this hospital! We’re his parents!” At that, Janelle finally noticed a man who slightly resembled a stick and seemed to hover at the large woman’s shoulder. He looked kinda like Huey, except much older.

She elbowed Chase out of his reverie and pointed at them. As far as she knew, Erin had never met Huey’s parents and he’d never told them about her. Erin didn’t make good impressions on boy toys’ parents, mostly because she almost always refused to actually meet them.

Before either Janelle or Chase could do much, though, the attendant was pointing the Kents toward Huey’s room.

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“HUBERT!”

Erin felt like she’d jumped out of her skin, instead of just the seat she’d been in when a loud, boisterous woman burst into the room. When she tried to snatch her hand away from Huey’s, though, she was shocked to realize that Huey’s fingers had wrapped around her hand in a tight, bone-crushing grip. Her gaze following his arm, neck, and jaw, Erin realized that Huey’s eyes had snapped open and he was staring blankly, eerily, at the ceiling.

Turning back to look at the woman who had burst into the room, Erin felt all the blood rushing back into her cheeks as a blush came over her. The other woman was staring very blatantly at where Huey had his white-knuckle death-grip on her hand.

“Who are y–?!” the woman began, obviously outraged that a stranger was holding “Hubert’s” hand.

“Erin,” Huey croaked, all eyes turning on him automatically. “Her name is Erin, Mom,” he continued, clearing his throat in order to stop croaking, but to no avail. “She’s my gi–…She’s special to me.”

Suddenly, the woman became motherly and loving and she moved forward. Huey let go of Erin’s fingers just in time for his mother to give her a huge hug. Unsure and a little panicked, the redhead just stared over her shoulder at Janelle and Chase, who had appeared in the doorway at some point and were looking as helpless as she felt. There was also another man there, who Erin had to assume was Huey’s father.

When his mother finally released her, Erin staggered backwards, plunking back down into her seat rather ungracefully.

“I guess they really aren’t snobs,” Chase murmured to himself from his spot behind Janelle. She was the only one who heard him, though, because Mrs. Kent was busy inviting Erin to her knitting circle and Mr. Kent had moved to Huey’s bedside and was having his own murmured conversation with him…

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“You got everything?” Janelle asked Lily as she straightened up, loaded down with bags and her own luggage. The blonde nodded, pushing past her cousin and heading towards the door. It was Christmas Eve and they were getting ready to head home for Christmas. Usually, Erin would be coming along, but she’d decided to stay with Huey, who was still in the hospital, but getting better every day. His ribs were healing nicely and the reconstructive surgery the doctors had had to do on his face was successful. His arm was doing well, too, and the swelling around his eyes was going down steadily.

Erin had insisted that she wanted to be with Huey for this holiday and that her family would understand.

And then, there were two, Janelle thought with a smile as she and Lily lugged their stuff down the spiral stairs. As they emerged into the parking lot, though, they both paused for a moment.

“Chase? What in the world are you doing here?” Lily asked with a curious look as she followed Janelle over to her car.

“I wanna go with you two,” he declared, grinning widely and winningly. Janelle’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and she stopped right in front of him.

“Why?” she asked, giving him a look that declared that she thought he was insane.

“Because your family sounds a lot more fun than mine,” he told her, his eyes shining with mischief.

“But the holidays are a time to be with your own family,” Janelle protested, growing flustered as he just shook his head at her and continued to smile slyly at her.

“C’mon, Chase…If Janelle isn’t going to invite you to come along, then I will,” Lily told him, exchanging a look with her cousin. “You can ride in my car–”

“No,” Janelle cut the blonde off shortly, gaining a few odd looks from both Chase and Lily, though there were hints of smugness and teasing in both looks. “He can ride in my car.”

And so, Chase found himself riding next to a very uncomfortable-looking Janelle. The rigid set of her shoulders and the determined line of her jaw told him that this was going to be a very long car ride. His libido, though, told him it would be worth every second if he got to stay around Janelle.

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“Where are you staying?”

Chase blinked blearily at Janelle, unsure if he’d imagined her asking him a question. After all, it would be the first time she’d spoken since they’d left and he’d gotten used to the frigid silence.

“What?” he asked, stretching in his seat.

“You heard me, Chase. Where’re you staying and how are you getting there?” She looked even more uncomfortable with the questions than she’d been when he’d gotten into the car.

“Well…I actually hadn’t really thought about it, but, I suppose I could stay with you,” he told her, giving her his best “pity me” pout. She made the mistake of glancing at him and he saw the corner of her mouth lift in a half-smile while her eyes were definitely warmer.

“That’s awfully presumptuous of you, you know,” she informed him. He chuckled softly, looking her over for a moment.

“This whole situation has been ‘awfully presumptuous’ of me, yet that didn’t stop you from inviting me to ride with you,” he pointed out. This time, she didn’t bother hiding her smile and a warm feeling burst in his chest.

“I only invited you along because, if I hadn’t, you’d be in Lily’s car and she’d be telling you plenty of embarrassing stories about me in my childhood,” she informed him, giving him a look out of the corner of her eye that dared him to challenge the statement. If he hadn’t known better, Chase would have said that Janelle was flirting with him.

Leaning over, he placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing gently. He could feel her tense up under his touch, but he smiled at her. “You wouldn‘t care so much about my opinion of your embarrassing memories unless you liked me,” he teased, sliding his hand farther up her jean-clad thigh.

Janelle’s breath caught in her throat and she was finding it very hard to concentrate on the road. The heat of his hand easily seeped through her jeans and it felt like he was burning her, branding her for his own. If only, she thought longingly for a moment, before taking a deep breath and snapping back into reality. Chase was the type who chased a girl and, when she was caught, he got bored and left. She’d seen him do it in seventh grade and playboys only got worse with age, as far as she was concerned.

“Chase, this is dangerous,” she warned him, clutching the steering wheel like a madwoman.

“What? Its just a simple thigh-touch.”

“There’s no such thing,” she shot back tersely, trying not to think of how much she wanted him to touch her like he had on her birthday. When he pulled his hand away, Janelle wasn’t sure if she felt relieved or disappointed, but she knew she couldn’t let him get that close again. For her own sanity.

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As they pulled up to the small white house in the rural Massachusetts town, Chase was surprised at the number of cars that were in the driveway. Janelle and Lily maneuvered through the crush of vehicles expertly, but he wasn’t sure quite how they managed it.

When they finally came to a stop and they stepped out, Janelle and Lily exchanged a sad look.

“No snow,” Lily pointed out depressedly.

“When was the last time we had a white Christmas?” Janelle added, shaking her head and leaning against the frame of her car door. They were silent for a long time, until Chase cleared his throat.

“Well, um, there may not be any snow, but I don’t see why there isn’t. I mean, its cold enough,” he complained, making a sad smile appear on both faces.

The girls each grabbed bags of presents and started walking towards the door, Chase trailing along like a lost puppy. As they opened the door, he heard a strong male voice laughingly announce, “And here they come now! The Walking Joke themselves…” Janelle suddenly seemed very nervous as first Lily, then herself, stepped through the door. “The blonde! The brunette! And the re–…”

Chase smiled knowingly at the towering man who stood in the middle of a medium-sized room which seemed to work as a kitchen and dining room all-in-one. He had dirty blonde hair that hung in his blue eyes, which were narrowed at Chase angrily. He seemed young, but he was taller than Chase’s own 6 foot 2.

The whole room had gone silent, Chase noticed as he stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind himself with his foot. Every eye in the room–That’s a lot of people, Chase thought distractedly for a moment–was on him and he was vaguely reminded of the time Professor Curtis had caught him staring at Janelle.

“We apologize for the inconvenience,” he started in a very hyped-up, movie-announcer-type voice, “but tonight the part of The Redhead will be played by Chase Nicholson, as the original Redhead had to stay home.” That explanation seemed to appease the majority of the people who were staring at him–it even made a few of them chuckle–and they returned to greeting Janelle and Lily.

But the tall, blonde man would have none of it.

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Chase leaned on the railing of the back porch, looking out over the large backyard behind Janelle and Lily’s grandparents’ house. I guess when Janelle said she had a large family, she wasn’t kidding, he thought with a grin. And he’d been introduced to every single one of them, from the oldest–her Gran, Cordelia Scott–to the youngest–her cousin, 14-year-old Mordecai, who went by his middle name “Duncan.”

One thing he’d noticed when she was introducing her family was that Janelle didn’t look like any of her cousins. They all had varying shades of piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. Much different from the maple-syrup-colored hair and doe brown eyes Janelle sported.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

Chase turned and smiled at Janelle, who had her arms wrapped around her torso. He opened his coat as an invitation for warmth, but she hesitated on the step leading up to the sliding glass door to go inside. Shrugging, he closed the jacket back up and she joined him to lean against the railing.

“I was just digesting all those names…So damn many of ‘em. How do you keep them all straight?” he teased. She laughed, a melody to his ears, and he felt something inside him stir. Something that seemed familiar, yet different. That feeling again. The feeling that he knew her. Why couldn’t that just go away so he wouldn’t have to ask if he’d known her before? Talk about awkward…

“There aren’t so many of them. Besides, I’ve grown up with them all around me. My cousins are like my brothers and sister, because I never had any.”

“What about…was Etta her name?”

“What about her?”

“Doesn’t she have any kids of her own?” Janelle hesitated for a brief second and, if he hadn’t been paying attention, Chase never would have caught the flicker of sadness that crossed her face.

“Yeah, she does. But, because she and Dad aren’t married, that doesn’t make them my siblings. And even if they were married, her kids would still be just my step-siblings,” she answered coldly. He could see her shivering and he once more opened his jacket in invitation and once more she refused.

“So, what was with your dad, anyway?” he asked, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The darkness hid her blush, for which Janelle was extremely grateful, although she couldn’t really feel it since the cold had numbed most of her face by now.

“What about my dad?” she asked when she got the chattering of her teeth under control.

“Well, he didn’t really act like a normal dad does when meeting the man his daughter has brought home with her. Not even like your mom reacted. I don’t know whether to be relieved or worried,” he said.

“First off, I didn’t ‘bring you home,’ you showed up on mine and Lily’s doorstep and expected to be brought home with us,” she retorted, causing him to laugh. “And second off, my dad couldn’t care less who or what I’m doing, as long as it isn’t illegal or reflecting badly on him. He’s always been like that, and he always will be,” she stated matter-of-factly. The way she wouldn’t meet his eye belayed her dejection when her tone didn’t.

Finally, Chase couldn’t stand it anymore. “C’mere,” he murmured, opening his jacket and enveloping her in a hug. At first, she was rigid and she protested, but he held on and, eventually, he felt her fingers curl in his sweatshirt. He suspected she might have started crying if someone hadn’t just cleared his throat very loudly and startled them both. Chase looked up and saw the tall blonde man who’d been glaring at him earlier. What was his name again? Adam? Adonis?

“Addison!” That was it. Her soft exclamation was accompanied by Janelle quickly disentangling herself from Chase’s coat and shirt.

“I wanna talk to Chase alone, ‘Nelle,” Addison told his older cousin, his voice soft, low, and menacing.

“This isn’t what it looks like, Addy–” It isn’t? Chase wondered as her protests fell when Addison lifted a hand.

“Just go inside, ‘Nelle.” Janelle glanced back at Chase, something he noted Addison didn’t like, and the older man nodded, flashing her a smile. She nodded uncertainly, then headed towards Addison. As she brushed past him to get to the door, Chase heard her murmur something, but he didn’t quite catch it. Addison did, though, and Chase saw his jaw clench even tighter as Janelle went inside.

“You wanted to talk to me?” Chase said quietly as he re-zipped his jacket. He noticed that Addison was in only jeans and a turtleneck, but he showed no signs of being cold.

“Why don’t you start by explaining your relationship with Janelle?” Addison said, his jaw muscle flexing as he clenched his teeth tighter. Chase was quiet for a long moment, then shook his head.

“Why do you even care what my relationship with Janelle is? That’s her personal business and its between me and her. Janelle’s your cousin…Save the overprotective brother shit for your sister. I mean, it isn’t like I’m banging Lily and getting a little action from Janelle, too, or vice versa.”

“Janelle is my sister…Hell, she’s better than a sister. Lily and I don’t get along at all, but ‘Nelle and I are really close,” Addison informed him, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “That’s why I’m going to ask you this once and only once…Are you sleeping with her?”

“Why don’t you go ask Janelle if she’s slept with me or not?” Chase asked in answer, challenging the other man with his eyes. “She could tell you just as easily as I could what our relationship is and you have the added benefit of–”

“Getting yelled at by my cousin, who is closer to me than my sister. Yeah, sounds like a good time to me,” Addison interrupted.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you? That her precious virginity is safe and that I’m never going to touch her ever again and that I’m leaving right now?!” Chase demanded, his voice beginning to rise with anger.

“Yes! That’s exactly what I want you to tell me!” Addison shot right back, his blue eyes flashing victoriously. “Sans the virginity part, because that’s really too much information about my cousin’s sex life, which is a very uncomfortable subject.”

“I can’t tell you what you want to hear, then, Addison. I mean, your cousin’s a great person and more guys are gonna figure that out, and if I get rejected, there might be even worse guys than me coming home every holiday from now on,” Chase pointed out, watching as realization dawned on Addison. He might be a little slow, but Lily’s brother was a good man, Chase decided as Addison nodded slowly, acknowledging defeat. He was protective of those he cared about, an admirable quality. One Chase knew Janelle had.

“Let’s go inside…Its freezing out here,” Chase suggested. Addison nodded, but he didn’t move to go inside. Finally, he spoke.

“Just know this, Chase; if you hurt anyone in my family, you will be a dead man.”

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“Where are we?” Chase asked when he realized the reason he’d woken up was because Janelle had stopped the car. It was somewhere around midnight, and Chase had had an exhausting day, what with planning his escape to Janelle’s Christmas and then the stuff with Addison and her father.

“This is where I’m staying for the night. If you can get a room–which I seriously doubt you can–then you will also be staying the night here,” Janelle answered him tiredly as she began pulling her luggage out of the backseat of her car.

“Why don’t you stay with your mom and her boyfriend? They seemed nice,” Chase asked, pointing out the last bit when Janelle paused to stare at him.

She met his eyes and, with a knowing twinkle in her own gaze, asked, “Why didn’t you?” Upon his curious look, she began to explain her inquiry, “Why didn’t you go to your own family’s place for the holiday? You don’t need to answer, Chase, but just know that I know what its like to not get along with your parents.” At that, she shut the door and made for the hotel.

“But this is my family’s place,” Chase protested under his breath as he grabbed his suitcase and locked the doors.

When he got inside the hotel, he saw Janelle standing at the back of the registration line. He joined her, placing a hand on the small of her back and rubbing gently. He heard her take in a shuddering breath and he was pleased when she didn’t try to pull away from him.

“Now, why can’t I stay in your room?” he asked softly as the line moved forward.

“Because it’s a small, one-bed room like it is every year–”

“So far, I’m not seeing the problem, babe,” he teased, loving how she expelled a soft sigh when he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt.

“I’m not sharing my bed with you, Chase.”

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” she protested softly, nudging him with her elbow. “You’d use the fact that you’re in the same room as me to your advantage, because you’re a–”

“Guy?” Chase suggested as he pulled his hand out from under her shirt when they reached the front of the line.

“I was going to say ‘scoundrel,’ but that would’ve been redundant.”

Chase’s shoulders shook with silent mirth and he was shaking his head when the clerk announced, “Next!” Before Janelle could hurry away, though, Chase caught her belt loop and tugged her back.

“Wait for me when you’re finished,” he murmured in her ear, sending chills up and down her spine. He waited for her to nod before he released her. He watched her carefully, to make sure that she wasn’t planning on going against her word. When she finally moved off to the side and the clerk called him up, Chase was pleased to see Janelle drop into an overstuffed armchair in the lobby.

“Name?” the clerk asked in a very high, nasal-y voice, concentrating on the computer in front of him instead of actually looking at Chase. Still keeping an eye on Janelle, Chase pulled out his wallet and slid his license across the counter.

“Chase Nicholson Jr.,” he murmured softly, just loud enough for only the clerk to hear. The clerk’s head jerked up and his eyes were wide in his narrow face.

“M-m-mister Nicholson?!” he squeaked, looking like Chase was the Grim Reaper or something of the nature. “W-w-we weren’t expecting you tonight, sir. That is, we weren’t informed that you would be visiting our establishment, so your usual room isn’t ready–”

“Calm down–” he eyed the clerk’s nametag, “–Ignatius,” he interrupted, trying to avoid the weird looks he was getting from the remaining few who were in the lobby, including Janelle. “All I want,” he continued when people had stopped staring at the trembling Ignatius, “is a room. Any old room. Preferably, though, on the floor that that young woman you just helped is on.”

Ignatius nodded and quickly typed something into the computer. He scanned the screen, then pressed another button on the keyboard. Chase heard something printing behind the desk and the clerk handed over a keycard along with his license.

“Th-there you go, sir,” Ignatius stuttered. “Room 5B. The lady is in Room 5L.”

“Thanks, Ignatius,” Chase said, pulling out one of the hundred-dollar bills that his parents had given him for his birthday and slapping it on the desk. “This is to keep quiet about who and where I am,” he told the clerk, whose eyes lit up greedily. “I especially don’t want that lady over there finding out who I am. Got that?” The clerk nodded eagerly, snatching up the bill and slipping it into his pocket before calling, “Next!”

As Chase made his way over to Janelle, he made a desperate wish that his money would be enough to keep Ignatius silent.

“What was all that about?” she asked, standing to greet him.

“Nothing…He thought I was somebody I’m not,” he told her, ushering her quickly towards the elevators.

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Janelle sat up abruptly, throwing off her covers, and leaping out of bed to pace the full length of the room restlessly. She was sweating and gasping for breath and her mouth was as dry as sandpaper in the Sahara.

Pausing in her pacing for a moment, she closed her eyes, but only for all of two seconds. Just long enough for an image of Chase in a chest-bearing silk vest and something resembling linen parachute pants to flash behind her lids; an image from her dream. Just thinking about what had happened in the dream was enough to make Janelle’s cheeks burn with embarrassment.

She began to pace again, hardly paying attention to anything and just letting her mind wander. She needed to clear her head of all things Chase, but that was hard to do when you’d just had a dream about him being your willing harem-boy. Not to mention the searing kiss he’d planted on her right before he’d gone into his room. Janelle could still feel his body pressed up against hers, sandwiching her between him and the wall. And the way his chocolate eyes were open and warm when he’d pulled away. The actual kiss was just a blur of sensation after sensation.

Janelle bit her lip and leaned against the cool wall, sliding down to the floor and burying her head in her knees. What was she going to do? She couldn’t get him out of her head, night or day. It was like some sick obsession.

An achingly-familiar obsession that had had her trapped for nine freaking years.

She stood again, beginning to follow her feet restlessly once more, trying desperately to rid herself of the spare energy thinking of Chase had given her. All she knew was that she couldn’t go back to bed…Not with him still on her mind. So, what was she supposed to do?

**********

Janelle didn’t know what had made her come to Chase’s room. All she knew was that she’d followed her feet and they’d betrayed her. But, it wasn’t too late to go back to her room and forget she’d ever done something so stupid. After all, no one knew she was here, outside Chase’s room, and she could just choose not to knock and to turn around and go back to her room.

Yes, that was what she was going to do. So, why aren’t I moving? she asked herself, watching in horror as her right hand lifted and curled into a fist before rapping on the door smartly. Maybe he didn’t hear me? was her last, frantic thought right before the door swung open, revealing a boxers-clad Chase.

“Janelle?” he asked, midway through failing to stifle a yawn. Silence stretched between them for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute or so. Suddenly, Janelle reached up and her hand curled around the nape of his neck gently. Pushing up on tiptoes, she hesitated once before placing a kiss on his lips.

Arousal slammed through Chase and it was all he could do not to throw her against the opposite wall–effectively locking them both out of his room–and taking her right there. Instead, he placed his hands on her hips and dragged her close, letting her feel the way she affected him.

Janelle could feel his heart beating against the palm of the hand she’d laid on his chest when he’d pulled her up against him. It was going almost as fast as her own heady pulse. She felt foggy as he pulled away, then returned, each drugging kiss growing longer and longer.

What stood out in her foggy mind, though, was the erection poking her in the stomach. And why exactly did I resist this so long? she found herself wondering as he pulled her inside, letting the door shut behind her with a final click.