Page 53 of Chasing Lyric
He groans in delight. “Geez, woman, you’re way better at planning dates than me.”
I shrug. “I don’t need all the fancy stuff, Chase. Don’t get me wrong, you pulling out all the stops tonight is really sweet. But honestly? I’m a simple girl. Couch, cuddles, and binge-watchingThe Last of Ussounds like my kind of perfect.”
He grimaces. “Oof. Can we compromise and watchThe Night Agentinstead?”
I burst out laughing. “Are youseriouslyscared of infected mushroom people?”
He groans, curling up his lip. “It’s not fear, it’s taste. I just prefer my life-or-death scenarios with more suits and fewer spores.”
“Fine,” I say, smirking. “The Night Agentit is. But I’m absolutely judging your snack choices.”
His eyes sparkle as he tilts his head at me knowingly. “You just want to ogle Peter Sutherland.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “Guilty. Butyou’rethe one who suggested it, Hallmark. No backsies.”
He wraps his arm around me, leaning in and planting a tender kiss on my temple. It sends a shudder down straight between my legs as I try to keep my raging hormones under control.
The car pulls up in the nick of time. I need to pull away from Chase before I turn and jump all over him here in front of the LEVEL staff. Chase and I walk to the passenger side, and I take a deep breath as he reaches for my door.
I let him.
I don’t make a game out of it this time.
I don’t try to beat him to it.
I simply let him be a gentleman.
The look on his face tells me it means everything to him, so I smile up at him as he ushers me inside the car. With the biggest smile on his face, he then moves around and jumps into the driver’s side. He looks at me like he knows that was a momentfor us. Then, with a soft exhale, he takes off back to my place, where I suddenly realize we’ll be alone.
All alone.
In a house.
With a bed.
Holy shit!
Chapter Eleven
LYRIC
Walking inside my home, I feel slightly tense. I’m not sure if Chase is having the same thoughts as I am, but I can’t seem to rid them from my mind now that we’re here.
Get a grip, Lyri. You haven’t even kissed properly.
You have to do that before you get to the good stuff.
Chase closes the door behind him as I place my bag on the single yellow armchair just inside my entry and move over to the sofa.
Should I just sit down?
“Rawrr…bonjour,” Polly screeches from the back room.
Chase smiles as he walks over to me. “Polly’s fluent in French, too?”
I snort out a laugh. “Well, he can say hello. So, I wouldn’t exactly call him fluent.”
“Your brother really had a good time with him when he was here, didn’t he?”
