Chase appears in the room again. Still shirtless. My entire body goes haywire as his eyes meet mine. Chase Lovett is making intentional eye contact with me. I pinch the inside of my arm just to make sure I’m awake. “I guess it wasn’t a fever dream after all.” “You can talk.” Chase stands half a dozen feet away with his hands propped on his narrow hips, every last one of his rippling, cut abs on display. That sexy V of muscle teases my eyeballs, dragging them lower, to where his jogging pants ride seriously low. But even in my dreams, I never get to the point where I touch what’s underneath. Or
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