curled up on her couch, a blanket draped around her shou

always ended the same way: Chase's furious eyes, the way he ca

not invi

that he

ieved to see him show up, as if she

er eyes and e

't part o

with Chase Reynolds was th

ye

all voice whispered that she wa

nraveling

ays l

artment door came j

No one visited her this late. No o

or cautiously, peerin

eath c

as

astered to his forehead. His dark clothes clung to his body, and f

ond before unlocking the

e?" she asked, trying t

ared at her like he wasn't sure if

low it barely rose ab

where els

and Chase entered, dripping w

if realizing for the first time how small and personal h

el, which he accepte

" she said, alm

he muttered with a wry smile, bu

tightened. "W

nds. Then he looked at her - really looked at

d hoarsely. "That I've been..

stomach

e it well," Chase

, her hands itching to reach for

he di

she asked

ourself for me, Chase?

inful moment,

space between them in three long stri

he whispered. "B

s gentle, almost reverent, and it t

e I'll ever make," he mu

e mine," s

is mouth f

she expected. It wasn't

er and longing and something darker,

m closer, and Chase groaned against he

ful moment, there was no

y t

y t

, gasping for air, Chase rest

he said fiercely. "E

t that meant. Didn't want to think

something she hadn't been

just falling

into a storm they

ad alrea