Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

Sitting in the middle of the single king-sized bed is a small dude.

His nostrils flare and he leans in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper and brushing his lips on the shell of my ear. “I like you. I missed you.”

We cram ourselves into the elevator and Chase pulls me into a corner and moves me to stand in front of him, settling a hand on my waist while we ascend.

He bites his lip and his eyes dart to mine. “Can I kiss you, though?”

My heart stutters and gallops. “I want you to be my boyfriend, too,” I whisper.