She didn't reply for so long that Chase's arms tightened around her.
Zoe Pierce felt as if Chase was about to lift her clean off the ground. "Chase," she whispered. "I-I'm happy... Just... let me go first..."
He had held her many times when he wasn't in his right mind, but this was the first time they had embraced while both were so clear-headed and rational.
"The day you were crying, I wanted to do this," Chase said, his voice low. "I wanted to cheer you up so you wouldn't cry anymore."
"I'm not as good with words as Miles Sherman."
"But I want you to know how I feel."
His feelings were no less than anyone else's.
He cared for her so much that he couldn't bear for her to have even the slightest misunderstanding of him.
Zoe was stunned and uncertain. The raw scent of him—pure hormones—was now washing over her. His ambiguous words, this sudden, radical intimacy...
Zoe didn't dare let her thoughts go any further.
