Page 59 of Chasing Lyric
His car door slams shut with force outside, and I jump at the noise.
From the intensity of our kiss, I thought we were on the right track.
So why the hell did he do a complete backflip?
It makes no sense.
My eyes wander around my living room, my crazy, chaotic living room. I can only think of one thing—his suits, his fancy cars, and me with my boho clothes and manic lifestyle. This has to be a class thing. Not because of money, we both have that, and he knows it, but because he’s fancy, and I’m anything but.
I’m not the type of woman he’d usually be seen with.
It’s the only thing I can think of.
That, or I’m a terrible kisser?
Maybe we are over before we’ve even had a chance to begin.
Maybe Chase is just like all the other heartbreakers out there.
Maybe I was right in the first place.
Goddammit! I should have kept my guard up.Then I wouldn’t be feeling like this right now.
My body shudders with the anguish, and then a single tear escapes, rolling down my cheek. I quickly swipe it away, angry with myself, trying not to let him get the better of me. I flick off the light switch, turn off the television, grab my cell, and head to my bedroom.
I need to sleep.
Come back to this with a clear head in the morning.
Right now, I’m not thinking straight.
After putting my cell on the charger, I take all my clothes off, leaving me in just my panties. I can’t even be bothered to grab my pajamas before I slide under my silk sheets, my head slamming dramatically on the pillow with a huff.
There are parts of the Chase puzzle I simply can’t piece together. He is a mystery I can’t wrap my head around, and he seems to keep what he wants close to his chest.
Maybe there are things about him he’s hiding from me.
I exhale, rolling over in bed onto my back. I stare at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. Our kiss was amazing, electric, breathtaking even, and yet, he left so fast it was like he couldn’t get away from me quick enough.
It stings.
No, it hurts.
What did I do wrong?
My chest squeezes as I clench my eyes tight, yanking my blanket up to my chin. I need some comfort right now.
Maybe I’mnotthe woman he wants?
Either way, I’m going out of my mind.
I need to switch off.
Otherwise, I will turn this into something bigger than it needs to be.
I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation.
Right?
