Giving Chase
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A weight lifted from Martin's chest. He smiled until the grin threatened to split his face. "No problem. We'll be a little crowded, but the studio's in our price range for now."
Chase nodded, then scowled. "You will help me with the student loan paperwork, won't you? I got a packet, but it's a little overwhelming."
"I can do that. I filled my own out for years, so I have a pretty good grasp on it."
Taking a step closer, Chase smiled. "You seem to have a pretty good grasp on a lot of things. I've missed that. I missed you, Marty. I, uh, love you."
He grinned again. "I'm glad that was so tough to say! It means you weren't being glib. You mean it, don't you?"
"What, that I missed your grasp?" He rotated his hips lustily. "Yeah, I sure as hell did." "Smart ass." "You love my smart ass." Chase bumped the sides of their hips together, then seemed to remember where they were, and straightened up. He glanced at the paper in his hand. "So, you're really getting a tat?"
"If you'll come with me. I could use the moral support. Plus, I'd like you to draw it."
"I'd be honored. And it's going to say Marty? I think it should say Chase! 'Course, that would require a great deal of trust."
"Maybe the next one'll say that. I've been thinking about that 'trust' business. I'm ready to give it a shot. Want to come with me and buy those handcuffs, and that ring you talked about?"
Chase slipped his arm through Martin's and rolled his eyes. "Already, he wants me to buy him a ring. I suppose you're picking out china patterns, too?" Martin batted his eyes, and smiled.
About the Author
Jamie Hill was born and raised in the Midwest, where she continues to live with her husband and two sons. She juggles her spare time to include writing every day, freelance editing, reading as she finds time, tinkering on the computer, listening to country music, as many naps as possible, and watching movies (especially scary movies) with her family. For more information please visit her website: www.jamiehill.biz.