“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Chase’s voice dropped, innuendo-laden and impossible to resist. The air in the room took on an electric charge. I lifted my eyes, meeting his. His pupils dilated and he paused, studying my face reading me better than I think anyone ever had. My body hummed in response to his perusal, and my breath grew shallow at his proximity. When he turned his body to face me, his expression shifted from contemplative to determined and—. “Carter!” a deep voice yelled, followed by a door slamming. “Yo, I need a hand bringing something in.” The high I was riding vanished. Chase
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