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Finally, he moves, sitting up in bed, his back leaning against the headboard.

“What do you want?”

His words are hard as a wrecking ball, slamming within my chest.

Stealing the air from my lungs.

I forget how to speak.

God, I think I’ve even forgotten how to breathe.

“I don’t know, Chase, I really don’t know what’s happening to us.” My words are my confession of my secret fears.

“Look, you wanted to go out, we went out. Now I want to sleep, I need to get some rest. Perhaps when you work out what in the hell you want, you can let me know.”

Punching his pillow violently a couple of times, he lies down again as he was before our... fight? Argument?

I’m so confused that I don’t even have a name for it.

The worst part is I don’t know the next step to follow.

Shit.

Chapter 4

Chase

Los Angeles, CA - Six years ago

“What in the hell am I doing, acting this way?” I asked in the silence of the night, waiting for an answer that wouldn’t come from the huge trees surrounding me or from the bunch of flowers on the leather seat beside me.

I was swimming in deep shit, that’s what I was doing as I parked my truck outside the house of the woman I couldn’t get out of my mind.

All day—and all night long—I’d been too wired to sleep, to eat, to even think. I’d tossed and turned. Excited, too excited to see her again.

Yeah, that kind of excited. My dick rock hard as I thought of all the interminable cravings I had just looking at her beautiful body.

I’d been forced to reluctantly say goodbye to Roselynn the night before, as Zeph was waiting for me to drop him off at the airport. As annoying as my cousin was, he was still basically the brother I’d never had, so I wanted to see him off as he headed through the airport security gates to his new future, and why I’d given him a big hug, along with some money to tide him over while he got settled.

But now I was ready for more with Roselynn.

A lot more.

Unashamed of my keenness, I’d sent her a message after getting home.

I want to see you. Have breakfast with me.

My desire was for her to be the breakfast.

Sorry, have some appointments scheduled with my mother, can’t let her down.

Dinner instead?

She was still playing hard to get. Vixen. My guts screamed for me to just go grab her, set a new caveman trend. That would work for me.

But instead I reined in my primal urges and we agreed a time for dinner, with her texting me the address a couple minutes later.

However, those details provided little comfort to the issue in my black boxer briefs, and looking for release with my hand wasn’t working either. My hunger now had a name.

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