Page 105 of Master of My Heart

Who was behind her?

Sabrina started to turn, half afraid he wouldn’t let her, but he loosened his grip and she turned easily. Then gasped. “Chase?” she whispered, her heart skipping a beat.

His scar deepened as he smiled at her. “Good morning,” he said with a gravelly voice.

“W-what are you doing here?” How on earth did he end up in her bed?

“You had a nightmare.”

Sabrina frowned. “I did?”

Chase nodded. “You don’t remember?”

She shook her head. “No.” Then she shrugged. “That’s not unusual. I wake up from horrible dreams a lot and can’t remember anything after a few minutes.” She chewed her lip. “But you don’t live here...”

“Jayson said you hadn’t been sleeping well, so I stopped by after... something I had to do last night. You started screaming and I tried to help.” He frowned. “You really don’t remember any of that?”

“No.”

He smiled, looking a little embarrassed. “You wouldn’t let me go, so Jayson said I should stay.”

“Oh.”

He stroked her cheek. “How are you feeling?”

She closed her eyes at his gentle touch, leaning into his hand. “Fine.”

“All better?” His voice was as gentle as his touch.

Her eyes flew open. Did he know what she was? Did he know about her healing ability? Why else would he ask such a question? Should she lie and pretend to be human? She studied his eyes, not really wanting to read him. She felt as if it would be intruding to do so. “Mostly.”

He arched a brow. “Only mostly? You’ve slept for,” He sat up slightly and looked behind her, “almost twenty-four hours. Only mostly better?”

Sabrina chewed her lip, not sure what to say. “Yes,” she finally whispered. “I think I’m all better.”

“Good.” He nodded his approval.

He continued looking at her and she grew nervous. What does he want? Then it hit her. She scolded herself as she realized what he wanted. It was what every man wanted. Disappointment brought tears to her eyes as she trailed her hand over his t-shirt and down his broad chest to his flat abdomen, moving lower.

He grasped her wrist. “What are you doing?”

She blinked and looked at him. “Don’t you want sex?” Isn’t that why he asked if I was healed?

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Chase’s mouth dropped open at Sabrina’s question.

Her face turned red and she twisted her arm to escape his hold. When he released it, she scooted away from him. It was only an inch, but it felt like a mile. She looked away, staring at his chest, and bit her lip as she clasped the quilt covering her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Now he knew what Jayson was talking about when he said she believed some fucked-up stuff about sex. What kind of woman asked a question like that? Yes, he knew people enjoyed morning sex. Hell, he certainly did. But the way she asked it tore at his heart. He cupped her chin and lifted it, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze, keeping her eyes downcast.

“Sabrina...” He stopped himself before he could ask her why she would ask such a question. He knew why. She would probably feel even more ashamed if he asked. “You know you don’t need to ask that anymore, don’t you?”

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she nodded. “I’m sorry,” she repeated in a choked voice.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“You’re upset.”

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