It Started with a Crush by Piper James
Chapter Thirteen
Sage
Iwas in big trouble. I spent all day yesterday in a daze, memories of kissing Chase dancing through my head as I lazed around on the couch all day. I wore out the batteries on my vibrator, trying to find some relief, but the post-orgasmic bliss only lasted so long before I was fucking hot and bothered again. Imagining the way he pressed against me, the feel of his hard cock under his jeans teasing my lady bits as I rubbed myself against him.
Now, it was Monday, and the sight of my students filing into my classroom finally cooled my ardor. I was still finding it hard to focus, though, because every time little Daniel smiled, I saw Chase’s identical smile. And that kid smile a lot.
At the end of the day, I leaned back in my chair with a sigh as the last student filed out of my classroom. Pulling my purse from the bottom desk drawer, I plucked my phone from the front pocket and turned it on. A few seconds later, the screen flashed with a new text message.
Chase: Dinner and a movie tonight? We can go to Oakley where no one knows us.
My heart pattered in my chest as adrenaline rushed through me. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I tapped out a response.
Me: Sure. Where do you want to meet?
His response was immediate, like he’d been watching his phone.
Chase: Do you like Mexican? I’ve been wanting to try Antonio’s.
Me: Oh, the food is really good there. What time?
Chase: Six o’clock? Make sure you’re not followed. ;)
Me: Wear a wig and a fake mustache.
Chase: On it. See you then.
Me: I can’t wait.
I inhaled sharply as I reread the words I’d texted. I was sure my obvious excitement to see him broke some kind of dating rule. Weren’t you supposed to play it cool? Act like you weren’t so interested? Fuck.
Before I could spiral any further, my phone chimed with a new message that made my lips curve up into a bright smile.
Chase: Neither can I. Don’t be late.
I read the words again and again, something bright and shiny bubbling up inside me. Chase was so different from other guys I’d dated. He was completely transparent, not afraid to tell me what he was feeling, even the stuff that should’ve been embarrassing.
The last guy I’d dated pretended like nothing mattered, even when I broke things off with him. He’d simply shrugged and told me he’d find someone better to fuck. Ugh. Douchebag.
I couldn’t imagine Chase ever saying anything like that to any woman. He was charming and respectful, a devil when he teased me, and an angel when he held my hand and brushed his thumb over my knuckles in a soft caress.
Chase Perry had so many different facets, and I couldn’t wait to discover them all.
Straightening my desk, I gathered my things and hurried out to my car. I sped home, making sure to go no more than five miles per hour over the speed limit. I threw the car into park in the garage and hopped out, rushing inside to shower, shave, wash my hair, and get ready for my date.
Sifting through my closet, I picked out a short sundress that matched my eyes. It was designed with a built in shelf-bra, so I pulled it over my head and bare chest before adjusting my boobs. I grabbed a pair of blue high-cut panties from my dresser drawer and pulled them on under the dress before smoothing the skirt down. The hem hit at mid-thigh, and the thin spaghetti straps crisscrossed over my bare back.
Hurrying back into the bathroom, I blow-dried my long auburn hair before pulling it up into a twist and clipping it at the back of my head with a few loose tendrils framing my face. I swiped on some mascara and applied some tinted lip balm before studying my reflection.
I’d never been much of a make-up girl, and luckily, I had pretty clear skin. The hot Texas sun had given me a nice tan over the last few weeks, and those pesky freckles had popped up across my nose and cheeks, but I didn’t try to cover them up. Chase seemed to like me the way I was, and I wasn’t going to start trying to look like a different person now.
Nodding at my reflection, I flipped off the light and walked back out into my bedroom. Slipping on some flat sandals made of beige leather that strapped around my ankles, I was ready to go.
On a date. With Chase Perry. And just like that, the nerves hit me.
Should I change into something more conservative? Something that showed less skin and camouflaged my curvy hips better? Should I cancel altogether? Call this whole thing off before someone caught wind of it, and I end up fodder for the gossip mill?
I calmed myself with a few deep breaths. No. I wasn’t going to change, and I definitely wasn’t going to cancel. I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything in a really long time.
And I was going to let myself have it and worry about the possible consequences later.
