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Chase knew he was being lame when Alex hugged him back, it meant he was the one being supported. In his book, he should be the one being leaned on here since at least from an anatomical stand point he had it easy. The thought actually did create a true smile on his face despite its lack of humor.

The warmth of another hand on his was his invitation back to reality. One that he accepted with his usual stride and a gentle squeeze of his hand.

"I just remembered, apparently I have this thing called a couch," Chase found his usual flirtatious attitude had returned full force. His heart rate had begun to slow again as well. "Now correct me if I'm wrong," Chase deliberately skipped his usual innuendo of 'screw me if I'm wrong'. He might have his moments of being tactlessness, but this wasn't going to be once of them.

"But it seems to me that all the shows we kids watch portray the couch as one of the best places for this kind of heavy exchange." He'd attempted to use the action of talking disguise his attempt to lead Alex towards the couch... and in his lap. He'd long since developed a preference to having his body in contact with a woman's when possible given his love of cuddling. If anything, this was his most 'normal' action of the day at this point.

"So gorgeous, to without looking at the strip. What's going on in your head right now?" Chase didn't even have to pretend interest at this point. Her thoughts and plan would essentially form the base of how he'd respond to the situation. In truth, the fact he'd begun to 'pet' Alex after gorgeous was mostly to give him an excuse to look at her closely...and not in a sexual way.