“Come here.” He lifted my hips up slightly, pulling me toward him on the bed and wrapping his arm around me. Brows knit together, I studied him. I was more than a little confused. “I feel like I’m leaving you hanging.” He shook his head. “Not at all.” “But you didn’t—” Chase caught my eye, stroking my hair. “It’s not a hockey game, James. I’m not keeping score.” He kissed my lips softly. “But if I was, I’d definitely want you to win.”
