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Okay, rant over.
    “So who do you cheer for when Sri Lanka is playing Australia?” he asks with a grin
    I get asked this question a lot.
    “When I’m here, I go for Sri Lanka. When I’m in Sri Lanka, I go for Australia.” I tell him honestly.
    “You go there a lot?”
    “Every year or so,” I love it there.
    “How old are you?” He changes the subject.
    “Twenty. You?”
    He kind of grimaces when I say twenty, so I wonder how much older he is. “I’m twenty five.”
    I laugh. “That’s not so bad; you’re not an old man.... just yet.”
    He looks at me sideways and grins, “It’s going to have to do, because I want you too bad.”
    The car fills with tension, tension that I have never before experienced. We are quiet after that, his hand still rubbing mine, making affectionate circles. Eventually I fall asleep.

Chapter Five

    I wake up in an unfamiliar, ridiculously huge, extremely comfortable bed. I’m wrapped up in black satin sheets and Chase is next to me, fast asleep on his stomach. He’s only wearing a pair of black pajama pants; he must have kicked the sheets off him. Holy hell, even his back is sexy. His black hair is covering one of his eyes, giving him an almost boyish appearance, his face turned towards me. He must have carried me from his car to the house. I look down and realize I’m wearing what must be one of his T shirts. I don’t know what to think about that. I glance back down at Chase to see that he is now awake and watching me, his eyes soft, lids heavy.
    “Good morning, beautiful girl.” His morning voice is deeper and huskier than last night. My breath hitches.
    “Morning.” I mumble. I am not a morning person. And I just remembered that I did not text Nikki. She is going to flay me alive.
    “Nikki called and I answered and said you were okay, I hope that’s fine,” he tells me.
    “She told me that I could be lying and that you better call her first thing in the morning,” he says, eyes twinkling.
    “Umm thanks.” I think.
    “I put you in one of my T shirts; I tried not to look as much as I could.” He looks sheepish and I laugh at his honesty. He grins at me and pulls me into his arms, and I can’t help but relax into them.
    “Are you okay?” he asks me once I’m wrapped up in his arms, my head resting on his chest.
    I nod yes.
    “Let me know if you want something, don’t be shy okay.”
    I mumble an “mmm hmmm” into his chest.
    Chase sighs heavily. “What is it about you?” he asks rhetorically.
    I glance up at him and roll my eyes. My eyes land on his lips and seem to linger there.
    “When you look at me like that, fuck!” he almost whispers, his tone husky. I stare into his eyes, mine holding an invitation. He pulls me closer, lifting me up higher on his chest.
    “Exquisite.” Is all he says, before his lips are on mine. He kisses my lips, and makes his way down my neck, paying extra attention to the juncture between my neck and shoulders. I don’t know how long we have been making out like teenagers for, but here we are. I am so turned on right now, and from the groans Chase is making, and the hardness I can feel through his extremely thin pajama pants, I think he feels the same.
    He pulls back suddenly with a curse. We lay down, panting, trying to get ourselves under control.
    “I don’t want to rush this Layla. You’re.... different.” He looks serious as he tells me that. “Why don’t you have a quick shower and I’ll start making you some breakfast?” he suggests.
    I nod and daringly lean in to give him a kiss.
    He moans, “Shit, Layla. If you keep that up my good intentions are going to go right out the window.”
    I pull away and smile seductively; before I can leave, he pulls me back and takes my face into his palms, holding me gently.
    “I don’t know what this is Layla, but it feels-“
    “Right?”
    “Yes, right.” He echoes quietly. He kisses me on my nose, which I wrinkle.
    With that he stands up and leaves the room,