12
After the party, we went back to his place.
Chase went to take a shower.
His phone buzzed.
I glanced over. It was a text from Bailey.
My hand slipped. He didn’t even have a
passcode.
I opened their chat.
Bailey: [You promised you wouldn’t kiss her
again!]
Chase: [I couldn’t help it. She was being
aggressive. I couldn’t refuse.]
I snorted out loud.
Bailey: [Then why did you pull away when I
tried to hug you by the bathroom earlier?]
[You can’t refuse her, but you can refuse me?
Are you disgusted by me now?]
Chase: [You smelled like the market. What if
Summer smelled it on me?]
Bailey: [Besides kissing, have you done.
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anything else with her?]
This time, Chase took a long time to reply:
[No.]
The buzz I heard was Bailey sending him a
cute emoji as her last message.
So, they were already getting handsy by the
bathroom.
When he came out of the shower, I’d already
put his phone back.
Chase, wearing nothing but a towel, wrapped
his arms around me, his head nuzzling my
neck.
The hint was obvious.
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But suddenly, I wasn’t interested anymore.
His touch actually felt… annoying.
Turns out, once you have something, you
don’t really want it anymore.
I pushed him away hard, covering my nose.
“What is that smell? Why do you stink? It’s
kind of fishy.”
Panic flashed in Chase’s eyes.
“No way, you’re just being sensitive.”
He tried to get closer, but I dodged him.
“You smell awful. I’m going home.”
Ignoring his protests, I grabbed my bag and
walked right out.
