Chase and I had got back to his place and we were back to being ourselves. He was cooking lunch, more like reheating lunch and burning it. We were having a lot of fun, but something kept bugging me at the back of my mind.
Ask him Rach!
"Umm Chase," I started, leaning against the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, which was now a mess.
"Sup" he replied, half focussing on what he was doing and the other half focussing on me.
It was kind of cute the way he was fiddled with the can opener with such undivided attention.
"Never mind..." I withdrew.
He stopped trying to open the can of tuna and looked up to see me.
This guy really knows what a girl wants.
"Tell me" he inquired.
"Why didn't you kiss me just now? I mean I knew you were going to, but why didn't you?" I blurted
