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they finished dinner, Chase helped Daylen clear the table and wash the dishes, as was their usual routine when he was over. He threw a towel over his shoulder and dried each dish as she passed them to him. Her mom left the kitchen to let them talk in private.
    “So…are you seeing anyone?” Daylen asked hesitantly.
    “No, not really. You?” Chase asked.
    Daylen pulled a face that said, are you kidding me?
    “Hey!” He held up his hands. “It’s an honest question. You’re a beautiful girl. Smart. Talented. Why wouldn’t someone want to date you?” Chase said sweetly.
    “Being a wallflower ain’t easy.” Daylen joked, trying to cover her delight at his compliments.
    “Don’t sell yourself short, Pretty Day.” Chase took the last dish and dried it.
    He rolled up the towel and snapped it at her round butt, making her jump about a foot off the floor.
    “Ow! You’re such an ass !” She hissed the last word quietly so her mother wouldn’t hear.
    “Yeah, I know,” Chase smirked.
    “So…have you went home yet? Seen your parents?” Daylen broached the sensitive subject.
    “No, not yet.” Chase sighed and leaned his hip against the counter. “I guess I wanted to see you first before I went over to face that shit show.”
    “Yeah, I understand,” Daylen said sadly.
    “I guess I should go get it over with.” Chase pushed away from the counter and handed her the towel.
    “Well, come back if you wanna talk or something.” Daylen offered sympathetically.
    “Alright. Thanks, Day.”
    Chase pulled her in for a warm, comforting hug. Her face fit snugly in the middle of his warm chest. He pulled away resolutely, walked to the entryway, grabbed his coat and duffel bag, and looked at her one more time before he left out the front door.
    Daylen prayed his dad would behave. It was the holidays after all.
     
     
     
    Chase walked slowly over to his childhood home though the Daniels’ house felt more like home than his. He stopped for a moment and took in the winter wonderland his neighborhood made. All the houses were decorated with Christmas lights and colorful trees peeked out the picture windows. It looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. Except for his house, that was bare of any holiday adornments. His father, more than likely too drunk to climb a ladder to put up lights. And his mother too depressed to care.
    Daylen’s house was his sanctuary. The one place he could go to feel loved. Thinking about her warmed his heart and put a smile on his face. When she’d opened the door earlier, she had taken his breath away. She was so damn beautiful, and the best part was that she had no idea. Her rosy cheeks, dark chocolate eyes, and pouty lips were features he’d dreamed about for the past four years. When he was with her, there wasn’t a moment that went by that he didn’t want to pull her into his arms and kiss those lips again.
    Chase had dated throughout the years, but his feelings for Day kept him from taking any one girl seriously. He was even still a virgin, though not from a lack of girls trying or his raging hormones. Something about the devastated and disappointed look in Day’s eyes the night of their birthday party, when she’d thought he’d had sex with Whitney, stopped him from going all the way. Even after four years, her hurt expression still haunted him and he just couldn’t do it.
    He was at a crossroads and he didn’t know which way to turn. Either he could actually date someone seriously and keep his friendship exactly that. Or he could risk it all and tell Daylen how he felt and they’d live happily ever after. Yeah, right! More than likely, he’d fuck it up and the one place, the one person that felt like home, would be snatched away from him.
    He blew out a harsh breath and watched it turn white and float up into the night. His extremities were starting to freeze, standing out in the snow, deep in thought. Chase took a fortifying breath and headed to his house, crunching through