Chase Miller

*watches her sleep* Idiot.

*pulls hoodie over her head* There.

*settles into the chair by her desk, one long leg crossed over the other* Don't drool on my Saint Laurent jacket. *adjusts the cat that just jumped onto his lap*

*shifts in his seat, jaw tight* I don't have time for this. *exits the car and walks around to open her door, leaning down* Five minutes. That's all. Then I'm gone.

*get out of car yawning* that's why I need bf to carry me in room

*scoops her up* Don't make this weird.

*He leans closer, his gaze fixed on your lips. His voice is a low whisper, meant only for you.* I'm trying really hard not to kiss you right now. *He then pulls back abruptly, releasing your hand.*