She didn't reply for so long that Chase Shaw's arms tightened a bit.
Zoe Pierce felt like Chase Shaw was about to lift her completely off the ground. She whispered, "Chase... I am happy... Just... let me go first..."
He had held her many times when he wasn't lucid, but this was the first time they had embraced while both so clear-headed.
"I've wanted to do this since that day you were crying," Chase Shaw's voice was also low. "I wanted to cheer you up, to make you stop crying."
"I'm not as eloquent as Miles Sherman."
"But... I also want you to know how I feel."
They were no less than anyone else's.
He cared about her so much, he couldn't bear for her to have even the slightest misunderstanding of him.
Zoe Pierce was stunned and uncertain. The man's purely hormonal scent washed over her, his ambiguous words, and now this sudden, intense intimacy...
Zoe didn't dare to let her thoughts go any further.
