Page 38 of Chasing Lyric
A boho florist, who is not exactly in his league of model-worthy women.
“I’m glad I came, too. Honestly, though, why all this expense for me? I don’t get it.”
He leans forward in his seat to be closer to me. “You don’t?”
I snort.Oh gosh, that was incredibly unladylike. “Ahh… no. I don’t.”
He reaches across the table, his fingers closing around mine. The moment our skin meets, my heart rockets into my throat, breath catching as if the world has tilted. Heat sparks beneath his touch, racing through me in a cascade of tiny fireworks until every nerve feels awake, alive, trembling on the edge of something I can’t name.
Chase has this impossible way of igniting me with so little.
A glance.
A brush of his hand.
And now—this.
I’ve never known anything like it.
The intensity, the certainty, the sheer electricity of him. It steals my words and leaves me staggering in wonder.
“You’re different, Lyri. You’re not like the women I’m used to.”Funny, that’s just what I was thinking about him.“And I want to get to know you. Therealyou.”
My eyes fall away from his.He noticed that, did he?
Chase’s thumb gently rubs across the back of my hand. It sets a fire burning inside of me again, so hot that it sends a wave of heat over my skin.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Lyri.”
My eyes slowly lift to his again. His face is stoic. Serious. He wants more than to be fuck buddies, I can tell.
He wants thereal Lyric Griffin.
He’s into me.
It’s obvious.
I can try to deny it all I want, but by the way my body’s reacting to him, I’m totally into him too.
I need to let go.
Let itallgo.
My past.
The hurt.
The anger.
The betrayal.
Chase isnotZane—he’s nothing like him. I can’t judge Chase based on something Zane did. I need to give Chase a chance.
His eyes gleam. “Your brain’s working overtime.” His hand comes up, swiping a stray piece of hair away from my face, his finger grazing the side of my cheek.
I relish in his touch. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
Chase drops his hand, sitting back in his chair, giving me some much-needed distance. Not because I need space, but because if he stays close to me like that, I might throw myself at him. And lunging at a guy across a table before the appetizer is even served isnota good look.
