“Our love is crazy,” She whispered as her eyes fluttered shut. His hands were electrics, sending little shocks wherever they touched. They were so strong yet so careful at the same time.
Everything was hazy now, but she was sure this was what she wanted. Running one hand through his hair and another under his shirt, she pulled away and looked at him. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were trying to ask him if this is what he wanted too.
“Brooklyn…” he let her name slip a few times, his hot breath against her skin. Our love, she had said. Chase ate that up as if her words were served on a silver platter. His heartbeat was racing in his chest, so frantic and mellow at the same time.
“Brooklyn…” he tried again, looking into her eyes. Their depths showed a sweet, innocent girl, nervous and worried, but safe and warm where she lay beneath him. Every smile she ever flashed at him, ever hug that he’d ever been given. “I…” he exhaled, defeated. “It should be special…right? Isn’t that how it should be? Wasn’t for me…isn’t that what you want?”
