It’s so sad that once Aaron’s gone I have no one. I thought as I plopped down on my bed. He went to go hang out with jen of course. I wouldn’t say I didn’t like her, I actually really liked her, but it was like she was kidnapping my best friend.

I never had a large group of close friends. I could’ve called someone over just to hang out like Dylan or Matt, but I wasn’t in the mood. So instead I sat on my bed forever alone.

“Skye,” Adam called up the stairs, "Chase and I are going to get food. Jake’s downstairs, go hang out.” 

I froze up. lake was in my house again. I wanted to vomit I felt so sick. I raced to my closet to change out of my sweats. The only guys who ever saw me in those were Chase, Aaron, and Adam.

I groaned as I slipped on a white tank top and jeans. Wasn’t it bad enough this jerk was in my house again, now I have to get changed for him?

I ran downstairs to make sure lake was on his best behavior while in my house. He was leaning against my kitchen island with the black and white marble top looking out onto my living room.

“What are you doing?” I asked once I reached in between the living room and kitchen.

“Not much has changed, huh?” he stood up straight and walked closer to me.

To my surprise, and I was pretty sure it was a surprise for him too, I did not move away. I just couldn’t make my body do it.

“A lot has changed,” I narrowed my eyes at him and hopped he’d find the double meaning in my words.

“You’re still you, I’m still me,” he shrugged and repeated himself more intensely this time, “Nothing much has changed.” 

“What happened to forgetting?” I raised an eyebrow.

He laughed softly and looked down at me, “That’s only in public.” 

“And in private?” I prodded.

He moved his hand to the side of my hip, “Whatever you want.” 

I was silent. I didn’t know what I wanted. He took that as a good signed and snaked his other hand onto my lower back. He pulled me closer to him so I was pressed against his chest. I looked straight at his chest and then back up at him.

I was silently searching his eyes, but then he closed them. He closed them and crushed his lips onto mine with aggressive passion. I’d never felt something like this before. I was tingling all over and was more turned on then the time we slept together and I feared my hatred for him might’ve been helping that.

He was forbidden and that made him taste all the sweeter. I closed my eyes too out of habit. His licked my lower lip for entrance, but I refused. He continued kissing me a bit longer and then tried again. That time I let him.

He had a field day with my tongue. Playing with it however he wanted. He was one hundred percent in charge of this kiss. I had no choice in the matter and I almost didn’t mind that. His hand that was on my tattooed hip trailed to my upper back. He pulled me even closer to him and I could feel the heat radiating between us.

I thought we’d never stop kissing, but then Chase burst through the door.

“Hey, we got some-,” he stopped dead in the middle of his sentence at the sight of us.

I dropped my hands from around Jake’s neck, but he didn’t let go. It was like Chase and he were in some weird stare down. We heard Adam talking outside and everyone snapped out of it. Chase looked away, I let go, and I wiped my mouth to make sure that there was no hint of a kiss.

Adam came walking in and I saw Chase open his mouth.

“Chase!” I exclaimed, “Can I talk to you.” 

“Don’t kill him,” Adam warned playfully.

“I’ll try,” I mumbled and grabbed Chase by the forearm.

I pulled him to the back door. I stuck my head out and noticed it was already dark out and it was raining. Regardless I dragged him behind me to the side of my house. There were no windows or doors on the first floor for anyone to see or hear us. There was also a tall fence to block out any curious pervert neighbors.

I slammed into the wall and held him a foot away from me before I dropped his already soaking wet shirt.

“Don’t tell Adam,” I whispered with the rain almost covering my words so that I wasn't sure he could here them. The rain already drenching my hair and clothing too.

He grimaced, “Why him?” 

“What?” I asked feeling like a complete idiot.

He rolled his eyes slyly, as if he didn‘t want me to see and hurt my feelings, “Why’d you kiss him?” 

“As opposed to who?” I asked confused.

“I don’t know...” he trailed off and it looked like he was blushing. Had I made Chase Mathews blush? I felt so proud that I had to hide the smile it was giving me to avoid looking smug.

“I don’t understand-,” I began, but he cut me off with a kiss.

What was with him and kissing me?

I thought, but then I noticed what he tasted like. It was like cinnamon and I love it. Just as I was about to response he pulled away. Again it looked like he was judging my reaction.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him against me. I moved my hands into his hair and tangled them there. God I loved his hair. I put all the passion I could muster up into that kiss. He took my leg and pulled it around his side then did the same thing with my other leg. He had my back pressed against the wall and my butt in his hands. I left my hands in his hair as I twisted my legs around him.

He broke the kiss first to breathe. And I gasped for the air I didn’t know I needed. My face landed in the crooked of his neck while the two of us panted. Once our breathing was closer to normal he went for my neck. He sucked just under my jaw and then shot up to nibble on my earlobe.

I suppressed a moan, but we could both feel it in my chest. He broke off just the tiniest bit to almost plead in my ear, “Just do it.” 

Then he began to suck again. I followed his advice about moaning and sighed, “Chase,” as he placed kisses along my jaw line. I felt a small smile on his lips as he kissed me. He seemed to react even more to that as he pressed harder up against me and went to town. I was shoved hard in between his perfect chest and the solid wall. He moved his lips down my wet skin, barely brushing it.

His name escaped my lips again and he groaned against my skin. The rain fell harder around us and I shivered from the cold. That seemed to stop him. He ripped us apart and pressed his forehead to mine.

He breathed in and out slowly in comparison to me. I panted making my chest heave up and down against his. He smiled slightly and place one of my legs back onto the ground then the other. He made sure I was steady before stepping off me.

We stared at each other briefly before he whispered, “I won’t tell.” 

What was I supposed to say? I thought. I really wanted to know why he kept kissing me, but was too afraid to ask. And the kisses were too go to stop. I left before he could this time.

“Later, Chade,” I smirked repeating exactly what he’d told me last time.

He looked astonished at me, but I turned around and walked into my house, soaking wet, anyway.

“Hey,” Adam said swallowing a bite of pizza, “Did you and Chase come to an understanding?” 

“More or less,” I shrugged feeling as though I hadn’t lied. Technically he said he wouldn’t tell.

“Whoa, cover up,” Chase threw his sweat shirt at my back and I caught it.

“Huh?” I asked as I grabbed a slice of pizza.

“Oh god, your bra Skye,” Adam turned away.

I looked down and saw my red bra peeping through my white tank top. I was stupid to think I could get away with a red bra and white top to begin with, even without the rain.

Jake winked at me and I heard Chase snarl. I quickly pulled the sweatshirt over me and zipped it. It smelt so good just like him and felt so warm. I tapped Adam on the shoulder letting him know it was safe to look up. Then I grabbed two slices of pizza and a plate.

I climbed up the stairs to my room and changed back into my sweats. I plopped down on my bed and realized I was in the same exact position in the same exact clothes before Adam called me down. All I had now was pizza.

Damn, that was a lot to go through for pizza.