Chase POV:
Damn, she was wild. Not just wild—she came with the ninja commando package. And, okay, so maybe I did look like a creep. Stalker-ish? Sure. But I was just trying to keep an eye on her. She was my other half, even if she didn't know it yet. I couldn't let her walk around at night alone. What if something happened to her?
That's what I told myself. But truthfully, I could've walked away once I saw her go into the house safely. Nope. Instead, I stood there like some weirdo, lurking in the shadows, staring up at her window like the lovesick idiot I'd apparently become. Of course, she caught me. Of course, I wasn't fast enough to leave before she spotted me.
Now, a normal person would've called the cops or screamed bloody murder. Maybe they'd have ignored me altogether and filed a restraining order later. Not her. No, Leila marched out of that house like an angry mother catching her kid sneaking cookies before dinner.
