“You shaved,” I say. Chase runs a hand over his cheek, which, as Abby brought up, is remarkably pale. He’s got a reverse-beard tan, and it would be hilarious if it weren’t so sweet. And sexy. One hundred percent sexy. The nervousness in my stomach, which has shifted to something more like excited anticipation, agrees. “I feel so weird,” Chase says. “I look so weird.” “You look … amazing. Different. But I love it. I love—” I catch myself and my cheeks grow hot at what I almost admitted. Clearing my throat, I say, “I really love it.”
