" Can I ask you something?” He glanced over his shoulder before meeting my gaze again. “Of course.” “Is there something going on with you and Chase?” I leaned away to look at his face. Was he serious? “No … why?” Brandon looked to the side, “No reason. I was just curious.” My face fell. “Brandon. What happened?” “Nothing.” Brandon sat there for a moment studying my glare before conceding, “After I dropped you off, he called to tell me to stay away from you.” “What?” “Yeah, said that you’re taken and he reminded me again that you’ve slept in his bed and would be this weekend.” Taken? Hardly. I pointed to where Chase was sticking his tongue down the same girl’s throat and laughed. “Well you tell me, does it look like there’s something going on?” I turned towards the living room and he followed. “As for sleeping in his bed, he said he was ‘protecting’ me from the other guys, and I swear to you nothing happened.” “Will you be staying in there this weekend?” He didn’t sound angry or possessive, simply curious. “Most likely, but it will be with Bree. He won’t even be in the room.” I hoped. “And you aren’t dating anyone?” I turned to look at him over my shoulder, “Not yet.” His smile turned playful as we sat down on the couch, “So I don’t need to stay away from you?” My breaths were coming faster as I stared into his warm eyes that were only inches from mine, “I really hope you won’t. "
― Molly McAdams , Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1)