Page 56 of Chasing Lyric
I snuggle into him, feeling like this is the place I’m supposed to have been all my life.
Chase is like no one I’ve ever met.
If he can accept me for who I am, family connections and all, then maybe, just maybe, this could turn into something exciting.
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Chase surprised me with the Indian. When it arrived, he told me it was one of his favorite foods. He ate that beef vindaloo like a damn champion. Nothing like a hot curry to warm up a cold winter night. Of course, the one thing I didn’t think of was the garlic breath I now have from the naan bread. But it’s okay because he has it too.
It’s totally fine, right?
We’re deep intoThe Night Agent, episode seven. The one where Peter and Rose finally share that long-simmering kiss on the boat. It’s tense and messy and impossibly tender. He leans in, she meets him halfway, and for a second, it feels like the world holds its breath.
Not because it’s perfect, but becauseit’s real.
My heart does that thing, tightens and flutters like it’s trying to whisper…this, this is what love should feel like.
The kind that finds you when everything’s burning down.
The kind that says you’re safe with me, even when nothing else is.
I hug my knees to my chest, casting a glance at Chase sitting beside me, and wonder,could this be real for me too?I’ve never been a girl who believed in fairy tales, not after everything. But watching Rose get her unexpected hero, her unlikely partner-in-crime, I can’t help but feel this tiny pulse of hope.
Maybe, just maybe, I get to have mine too.
Someone who is worth the risk of falling.
Chase holds onto me, and I can’t help but think thatmaybe, just maybe, Chase is my unexpected hero. My partner in crime.
I think back to how we almost kissed and to when he leaned in and kissed my cheek. We’ve been close to kissing on two occasions, and my urge to finally have that moment with Chase is growing stronger, so much so that I want to turn and throw myself at him. I’m not even concentrating on the television, more on the pounding in my chest, the frantic rhythm of my breaths, and the ache in my soul from the need in me to kiss him.
Is he feeling this ache, too?
Does he need this like I do?
All I know is I am a strong, confident woman, but I’m sure as hell not going to throw myself at him. If he wants to kiss me, he can make the first move.
The end credits roll for the episode while Chase shifts a little beside me, letting out a yawn. I peek at the clock on the wall to see it’s almost two in the morning.
Geez. I had no idea that much time had passed.
“It’s getting late. I should probably head home,” he murmurs.
What do I do?
Do I tell him he can stay?
No, you’re not throwing yourself at him!
Even if that was my initial plan.
Maybe Aria’s right. Chase is worth more than a casual fuck.
“Okay, no worries,” I reply, wanting to shake myself.
Say something to make this stop!
We both stand as he starts to clean up the mess from dinner.
