“Change is hard, Chase.” His fingers flex around the column of my throat, reminding me of the hold he has on me there. Like I could ever forget. He smiles a little ruefully. “And being a lowlife piece of shit who hurts people and doesn’t give a shit about the consequences is a lot fucking easier than trying to be good. It fucking sucks, actually. Because now I have to face all of the bullshit I’ve done in the past. I’m going to have to make amends and apologize to all of the people I’ve shit on before I’ll ever be worthy of you.”
