"Kate?" Chase's deep voice scatters my thoughts. But what's left in their wake is the determination to be honest with him. To really have this conversation.
Sighing, I lift my hand from Chase's waist to his chest, place trembling fingers right over his heart, feel his muscles contract, hear his breath suck in and out. And it feels good.
I speak to his chest because it's easier than talking to his eyes. Plus, having my hands on him keeps me grounded. I swallow. Hard.
"The last time Aiden showed up, I was terrified." My voice is barely loud enough to hear over the music. Chase leans in closer. He smells so good. "Then I talked to you and . . . " I look at him then because I need to see his reaction. "I felt better. Safe."
