And I loved everything about him.
Absolutely everything.
I didn’t tell him this. I lay on top of him, feeling the power of him under me, the warmth of his hand on my behind, his fingers sifting through my hair and I memorized every nuance of it.
Finally, Chace broke the silence.
“You gonna read or fall asleep on top of me?”
“Fall asleep on top of you,” I muttered into his neck.
His hand fisted gently in my hair, his fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom and he replied, “Works for me.”
It worked for him.
Touched by an angel.
I sighed. After a while, my thumb running back and forth under his jaw in a mindless caress stopped, this telling Chace I was asleep.
* * * * *
Chace
Chace stared at the ceiling, Faye curled into him, asleep after he’d rolled into her and took her to his side to turn out her light, taking her with him when he twisted to turn off his.
The Elite.
A good nickname.
This meant her friends knew who these people were.
What they didn’t know was that these people made it their business to know everything.
Everything.
Most especially everything that might make them vulnerable.
“Fuck,” he whispered, Faye stirred and he forced his body to relax.
She settled.
Chace didn’t.
Chapter Sixteen
Perfect
I was in a dither.
A fraking dither!
It was a multi-faceted dither starting with the fact that Chace would be at my place in fifteen minutes to drive me to Aspen to have dinner with his mother. It was Saturday night and I’d again left the library early, leaving it in the hands of a volunteer so I would have time to come home and get ready.
It also had to do with the fact that it had been nearly three weeks since Malachi got out of the hospital and even though in every way he was a normal kid, so far as interacting with Jarot and Robbie in a (somewhat) healthy way, he still hadn’t spoken a word (this being the unhealthy part of how he interacted with Jarot and Robie).
Now even the psychologist was concerned. Everyone was. Even Chace couldn’t hide his concern. Malachi was communicating a lot more, this being writing things down on a notepad. But he wasn’t talking.
My dither further had to do with the fact that Chace and I had been together over six weeks and even though all that was good, no, fraking great, he hadn’t shared his “dark” with me. We were cool. We were awesome. But that bomb was always below the surface and I never knew when the fuse would be lit and it would blow.