Bab 27: Chase

She growls at me. Like...actually growls.

I can’t decide whether I want to tackle her and kiss the growl right out of her mouth or if I want to run and take cover, but I don’t get a chance to do either.

She takes a step forward and sticks a finger in my face. I catch a strong whiff of alcohol. "You. You are the last person I want to see."

I blink. That was not the greeting I’d hoped for. The light and airy thing in my chest sinks, and I’m filled with a nagging itch of worry.

"Did I...miss something?" I rack my brain, trying to think of anything that could have gone wrong between yesterday and today, because the last time we were together, she was limp and boneless with sweaty, wet ecstasy.

Well, not entirely boneless, if you know what I mean.

She narrows her eyes at me. "You did miss something, Chase, but I didn’t."

"I…" I got nothing. I have no idea what’s going on.