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“Your wish is my command,” Chase chuckled. He accelerated slightly faster, in his mind the familiar destination of Spyra’s house. It was hard to miss the giant home that she lived in, and although her hand on his knee was distracting him, he pulled into the driveway easily enough. Walking up to her front door and locking his car with a push of a button, he waited until they were safely inside before turning around and shoving her up against the door. He was sure the sudden movement had caught her off guard; ready to pick up where they left off even before he reached her room. He locked their lips in a passionate and heated kiss, giving her plenty of opportunity to use tongue, before pulling away breathlessly. “That’s how bad I want you right now,” he smirked, running his hand up her smooth arm lightly before tilting her chin upward and giving her another kiss on the lips.

“My car, your place, it is,” he chuckled, following her as she turned and headed towards the parking lot. They fell in next to each other step by step, making small talk as they located his car. Unlocking the doors swiftly with a push of a button, Chase got into the drivers side and waited until Spyra was buckled in before starting up the engine. “So, on a scale of 1-10… how much do you want me?” He said, joking around as he kept his eyes on the road, watching traffic. It was a harmless question; Chase was used to the light banter between Spyra and himself. And this? This physical side of their friendship? Was only part of the benefits. Chase didn’t do relationships… not really, anyway. They never seemed to work out for him and he just didn’t see himself as that kind of guy. Of course, he wouldn’t mind if Spyra was all his—that was something he could get used to. But she doubted she wanted a relationship, and that was fine by him. No feelings, no problem.

“Yeah? I did drive here this morning,” he echoed, aware of her hand on his arm. “Why’re you asking?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down on her perfect smile. Her hand traveled up and down his arm, and he swallowed briefly to try and keep his head. No use ripping her clothes off in the middle of the street. He couldn’t remember the last time a girl had had this effect on him, but then again… when was the last time he had really good sex? Seriously, it felt like ages ago and to put it simply, Chase’s body was begging him to get some action.

He stared down into Spyra’s eyes, restraining himself from kissing her. Instead, he settled for pushing back a lock of hair that had come to rest on her cheek, tucking it behind her ear while he gave her a little grin. Her hand on his arm felt familiar now, and Chase never wanted her to move away, knowing the empty space would all of a sudden feel foreign to him.

“You wanna get out of here then?” He mumbled back, his lips searching for hers when she broke away momentarily to speak. He felt her hands press up against his shirt and he inhaled a quick breath, his head reeling from the warm touch. His answer was met quickly by her own statement and in a flash, Chase had slipped his hands out from under Spyra’s shirt, where they had been inching closer to the strap of her bra. Dang, that was close—any longer making out and he didn’t know if he would’ve been able to help himself. Giving Spyra one last kiss, leaving his lips lingering on hers as he upped the intensity, Chase lifted her up and set her back on the ground, following shortly after. A smirk had settled on his face as he knew that the last kiss was just a preview of whatever was to come. Straightening out his shirt and running his hands through his hair, Chase gave Spyra a grin. With one hand, he reached out to smooth out the fabric of her shirt as well as her hair, saying a simple, “That’s better. Now it doesn’t look like we were just making out. Alright, let’s go.”

He headed for the door, resting his hand on the handle while turning to Spyra. “Your place?” He asked, opening the door and taking a step outside. Garry was nowhere in sight, only some people from his team and a few cameramen. Chase figured that nobody would miss Spyra and him… not too badly, anyway.

Kennedy slammed the door to her silver sports car, pulling her cherry lip gloss out of her purse and untwisting the cap. She ran the tube over her lips and rubbed the gloss around. Walking up to Spyra’s front door, she could hear the sound of her moccasins scraping against the ground. Kennedy knocked on the door, and picked at one of her split ends. She needed a haircut, desperately. But she could save that for another day. Today was about her and Spy. A girls night. It’s exactly what she needed right now. To sit down, and gossip about annoying sluts. Kennedy heard Spyra yell something—she assumed it was an invite in. She didn’t stop to think about it. She turned the knob and stepped into the house, flicking off her slippers and dropping her purse on a nearby table. Kennedy turned the corner and saw Spy on the living room floor, plugging in a DVD player. “Hey girl!” She smiled, running toward the brunette and scrunching down to give her a hug around the back. “I missed you.” Kennedy exclaimed, sitting next to Spyra on the wood flooring. She giggled slightly at the sight of Spy’s outfit. “Is today pajama day or something, because I don’t think I got the memo.” She looked down at her skinny jeans and cardigan and sighed.