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I mean, I like the way he kisses, but what about my feelings for Chase?

Is it possible to love more than one guy at once?

He takes a step back, his hand in mine, and he brings it to his lips to kiss it.

“You don’t have to say anything, Brooke. I’ve waited fourteen years for you. I can wait a little longer while you work through what you feel for me.” He smiles at me before turning me quickly under his arm and pulling me back close to him. I giggle at the sudden turn before I’m back inches from his face, taking my breath away. “You’re worth the wait, Tink… I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

He steps back from me and gives me one of his cheeky grins before leaving me on the dance floor. I let my fingers dance over my lips, which still taste like him.

What can I say to that?

Could I be with him?

Do I deserve him?

Maybe I could. That kiss definitely made me feel things, things that you don’t feel for just a friend. I take a deep breath, knowing I should get back to my friends, and as I spin on my heels to find them, I come face to face with Chase.

I gasp a little as I bump into his solid body, not expecting to have been this close to him ever again. He looks at me, and I don’t know what I expect to see in his eyes, maybe anger, rage, or disinterest, but he looks sad and beaten down.

“He will make you happier than I ever could, Brooke. I’m so sorry I can’t give you everything you could ever want.”

His hand wraps around the back of my head, threading in my hair as he pulls me close and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. He holds me there like that for a few seconds, and I close my eyes at his touch. I’m confused and overwhelmed, yet content.

Before I know it, I feel him rip himself away from me, and by the time my eyes open, I’m alone on the dance floor, and he’s gone. I look for Nate, and he’s chatting with Jax and Asher, laughing and smiling. He looks so happy.

These boys will be the death of me. I know it. The hot and cold from Chase and now that intense fire from Nate.

What have I gotten myself into?

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

CHASE

Ineeded to get out of that house. I needed away from it all. I feel like I’ve thoroughly messed up and don’t know what to do about it. She couldn’t even look at me, and I’d never seen Nate that mad before.

I’m trying, but I keep screwing up. I keep trying to protect the ones I love, but somehow, they always get hurt. The darkness in me does that. It doesn’t matter how hard I try to keep it locked away. It will always hurt those around me.

I end up at Blaze. It's a club I’ve ended up at a dozen times before during the summers here. I need a drink, so I walk straight up to the bar and down a couple of straight whiskeys.

I feel two arms snake around my waist and lips touching my ear. For a second, I think it’s Brooke until I realize she would never touch me like this. Not after tonight, not after how I left her.

“Hey, baby.” I turn around, and it’s Chloe.

Of all the girls to see here, why her?

“You miss me?” she asks, beaming up at me.

“No. Not at all. Now fuck off, Chloe, I’m not in the mood for company tonight.”

I pull her arms off me, and she pouts at me, and I wonder how any man could ever find her act cute or appealing in the slightest. I never really did. She was an easy lay and consistently threw herself at me, so I took advantage of that. I know that makes me a terrible man, but fucking her made me expel some of that darkness.

She never complained because she likes it rough. Chloe would let me do anything to her because she honestly thought if she slept with me enough times, I would make her mine. Which would never happen, but she was a good distraction, and she got what she wanted from being associated with me the same way I did with her.

“Oh, come on, Chase, you have to admit we were good together…all those times in bed, I never heard you complain once.”

I smirk down at her, sliding my hands around her wrists and jerking her forward to me.

“The only thing you were ever good for Chloe was when you were on your knees,” I say savagely, spitting out the words. I push her backward, sick of her shit.

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