~*MIA*~

The look Chase gave me was unfamiliar, something I had never seen on his face before, and I didn’t like it.

It wasn’t desire. It wasn’t even surprise.

It was something harder, something that made my stomach drop for a split second before the heat in my veins twisted it into shame.

 His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as they swept over me, and suddenly I felt like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar.

His hands reached for mine, where they rested against him, and with careful gentleness, he unwrapped my arms from around his body.

The softness of it stung more than if he...