Brooklyn’s fingers twisted as she forced her foot to stop tapping. She hated herself for her stupid nerves. She hated being worried all the time over nothing. Stop it. She thought, You have no reason to be worried. Chase is here. He won’t let anything bad happen. Exhaling all the bad thoughts out, she turned her head and looked over at him.
Smiling softly, all the empty fears melted away. Chase was here and that made everything ten times better. “I was nervous. I’m okay now.” Here, in his room, with him, she felt safe.
Again, Brooklyn realized how close the two were and again, she didn’t mind. The warmth of his body was radiating in the small distance between them and was keeping her warm. “Just don’t let those pretty girls or that goddamn sanity replace me.” She said, continuing to smile up at him.
He wanted to reach out and touch her, brush a hand against her cheek, cradle her face in his hands. He started to, but drew back, knowing better than to overstep his friendzone limits. “Nothing would ever be precious enough to even fit your place in the first place,” he grinned down at her.
Those eyes drove him mad. An open door to shield that masked her thoughts, her motives, her intentions. He wanted inside her brain sometimes, to see what caused her blushing smile, or light laugh, or even a dissolving grin. He wanted to know her in every way possible. He craved that.
“S’ides,” he exhaled, lacing his fingers behind his head, “I’m not mentally coherent enough to even begin to consider that. You’re one in a billion, Brooklyn. Honestly.”
