“Where do you want to go?” I ask, mind whirling.
“I was thinking go to dinner.” He licks his lips. “It’s not much, but it will get you out of the house.”
“That would be nice.” I smirk. “All right, I guess I can get what I have done in an hour. I’ll tell Nate.” I turn and grab my bag.
“Wait,” Chase calls out, making me pause.
I turn back toward him and watch him stand. Chase walks right up to me and runs the back of his hand down the side of my face. I freeze, not knowing what to do.
“Don’t tell Nate,” he rasps, looking me in the eye.
“Why not?” I say breathlessly.
“Because if we tell Nate, there is no way we will be able to go without him and I want you to myself for a little while.”
“Oh?”
“That okay with you?” He smirks.
“Yeah, dinner. Just you and me.” I nod.
“You better get to work then, huh?” He steps back.
Turning on my heel, I walk out of the room and down the hall to get ready.
I dump my bag onto the bed and look at myself in the mirror across from the bed. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes are bright.
What is wrong with me?
Desire.
Taking a deep breath, I turn away from the mirror and sit down on the bedding. Pulling out my homework, I get to work.
* * *
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I frown, glancing up. I see Chase leaning against the doorframe, watching me. My eyes dart over to the clock and see that the hour has passed in the blink of an eye.
“Did you get everything done?” he asks, pushing off the doorframe.
I glance down and see that I just completed the last equation. “I guess so,” I murmur as I close the book with my paper inside.
“Come on, let’s go eat.”
I slide off the bed and walk toward him. “Are you sure you want to go?” I ask, rubbing the hem of my shirt between my fingers.
“Why wouldn’t I want to? I asked you, remember?” He raises a brow.
“Yeah, but are you sure you want to be seen with me?” I clarify, not meeting his eye.
Chase lightly touches my chin, making me look at him.
“If I didn’t want to be seen with you, I wouldn’t have asked. Now why would you ask that?”
“It’s nothing,” I tell him, stepping back. I turn, walking down the hall.
“I’m going to make you tell me, you know that, right?”
