pool. I really just want to be alone with
him. After all of my accusations last night I feel like our relationship could
use some us time. I was even considering talking to him about where this whole
thing is going. I think part of my insecurity is just that this relationship
is still undefined, for the most part. I want to know whether or not he really
meant that girlfriend comment he made the other day.
We get into our bathing
suits and I stretch out on the lounge chair as I watch the tattoos on Chase's
back stretch vibrantly in the sun as he dives into the pool before disappearing
under the blue water. He does laps for about ten minutes before climbing out
and laying down in the lounger next to me.
"Refreshing,"
he says. "You going in?"
"Maybe in a little
bit." I don't get as much chance to work on my tan back in Toronto.
Especially not in October.
"So what do you
think about that movie idea?"
"Chase, we just got
here!"
"I know, I'm not
saying we go now. In a little bit."
"I just want to
relax for a while. Don't you ever sit still?"
"I seem to recall a
couple of days you and I spent in my hotel room without leaving the room once.
Doesn't that count?"
"No, because I
wouldn't call what we were doing during that time sitting still," I
giggle.
"I dunno," I
can hear the grin on his face even with my eyes closed against the Vegas sun.
"I did feel pretty relaxed each time we were done."
"Well give me some
time to soak in some rays and you might get to feel relaxed again."
"Deal."
To his credit, Chase kept
himself quiet for at least long enough for me to fall asleep.
"Shit, Lila, wake
up!"
My eyes struggle to open
and I have to blink a few times against the sun. "What? What?"
"We fell
asleep!"
"So? What's wrong?
Did I get a burn?" I look down at my skin and it is looking a little
tanned, but not pink thanks to the sunscreen I applied before we left the
hotel.
"No. I mean,
nothing's wrong, I just didn't expect to fall asleep as well. But it's been
over an hour."
"Is that all? I
could use another hour." I yawn and lift my arms over my head. It feels
good to sleep in the sun. This is exactly how I wanted to spend the day
anyway.
"We should get going
if we're going to catch a movie."
"Are you kidding
me?" I sit up now and look at Chase. His hair is a bit tussled from
falling asleep on it while it was still wet, but he looks just as gorgeous as
always. "Chase, I really don't feel like going out to a movie. I could
use a drink though." I stand up and walk into the house and he follows.
"I just think we
should do something else," he persists, as I hand him a bottle of water
before taking one for myself.
"What is wrong with
staying-" I stop as the I hear the front door lock click. Both Chase and
I turn just as it opens and watch as a middle age couple walk in. The man is
wearing a polo shirt and slacks, and the woman is wearing an orange blouse and
long dark skirt. They look just as surprised to see us as we are to see them.
"Who the hell are
you?" I blurt out immediately. Despite my accusation I step back against
Chase, not that the couple look physically threatening. Both of the strangers
gawk at us for a moment and I realize I'm standing here in a fairly revealing
bikini. I pull my arms up against my chest, suddenly feeling even more
vulnerable.
"Young lady,"
the man says, his facing turning red. I'm not sure if it's anger or
embarrassment, but by his tone it could be a bit of both. "I believe it's
my right to ask you that question. This is my house."
"What? No it isn't.
This is Chase's house."
I turn to look at Chase,
expecting to see a mirror of the same indignation I feel, but as usual his face
is a stony mask of unreadability .
"Chase? Tell them."
His cool blue eyes shift
from the couple to me, and
him. After all of my accusations last night I feel like our relationship could
use some us time. I was even considering talking to him about where this whole
thing is going. I think part of my insecurity is just that this relationship
is still undefined, for the most part. I want to know whether or not he really
meant that girlfriend comment he made the other day.
We get into our bathing
suits and I stretch out on the lounge chair as I watch the tattoos on Chase's
back stretch vibrantly in the sun as he dives into the pool before disappearing
under the blue water. He does laps for about ten minutes before climbing out
and laying down in the lounger next to me.
"Refreshing,"
he says. "You going in?"
"Maybe in a little
bit." I don't get as much chance to work on my tan back in Toronto.
Especially not in October.
"So what do you
think about that movie idea?"
"Chase, we just got
here!"
"I know, I'm not
saying we go now. In a little bit."
"I just want to
relax for a while. Don't you ever sit still?"
"I seem to recall a
couple of days you and I spent in my hotel room without leaving the room once.
Doesn't that count?"
"No, because I
wouldn't call what we were doing during that time sitting still," I
giggle.
"I dunno," I
can hear the grin on his face even with my eyes closed against the Vegas sun.
"I did feel pretty relaxed each time we were done."
"Well give me some
time to soak in some rays and you might get to feel relaxed again."
"Deal."
To his credit, Chase kept
himself quiet for at least long enough for me to fall asleep.
"Shit, Lila, wake
up!"
My eyes struggle to open
and I have to blink a few times against the sun. "What? What?"
"We fell
asleep!"
"So? What's wrong?
Did I get a burn?" I look down at my skin and it is looking a little
tanned, but not pink thanks to the sunscreen I applied before we left the
hotel.
"No. I mean,
nothing's wrong, I just didn't expect to fall asleep as well. But it's been
over an hour."
"Is that all? I
could use another hour." I yawn and lift my arms over my head. It feels
good to sleep in the sun. This is exactly how I wanted to spend the day
anyway.
"We should get going
if we're going to catch a movie."
"Are you kidding
me?" I sit up now and look at Chase. His hair is a bit tussled from
falling asleep on it while it was still wet, but he looks just as gorgeous as
always. "Chase, I really don't feel like going out to a movie. I could
use a drink though." I stand up and walk into the house and he follows.
"I just think we
should do something else," he persists, as I hand him a bottle of water
before taking one for myself.
"What is wrong with
staying-" I stop as the I hear the front door lock click. Both Chase and
I turn just as it opens and watch as a middle age couple walk in. The man is
wearing a polo shirt and slacks, and the woman is wearing an orange blouse and
long dark skirt. They look just as surprised to see us as we are to see them.
"Who the hell are
you?" I blurt out immediately. Despite my accusation I step back against
Chase, not that the couple look physically threatening. Both of the strangers
gawk at us for a moment and I realize I'm standing here in a fairly revealing
bikini. I pull my arms up against my chest, suddenly feeling even more
vulnerable.
"Young lady,"
the man says, his facing turning red. I'm not sure if it's anger or
embarrassment, but by his tone it could be a bit of both. "I believe it's
my right to ask you that question. This is my house."
"What? No it isn't.
This is Chase's house."
I turn to look at Chase,
expecting to see a mirror of the same indignation I feel, but as usual his face
is a stony mask of unreadability .
"Chase? Tell them."
His cool blue eyes shift
from the couple to me, and
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