I set my phone on Chase’s nightstand and slid beneath his covers, leaning against the wooden headboard. It was strange being in his bedroom without him; his presence permeated the room like a ghost. And the bed smelled just like him, infused with that intoxicating blend of his cologne and his natural scent. Not that I’d been inhaling the pillowcase or anything. Oh my god, I really liked him. It was terrifying.
