Bab 31: Still Hour

Both Chase's demeanor and response when I came close were unruffled. The slovenly Fabian stood behind Myra and Oswin while they chatted under the willow tree.

My eyes met Chase's, and he smiled. My eyes betrayed the residual unease I was trying to conceal. I mustered up the will to seem happy, but my lips quivered. There was no fooling my face.

His gaze was questioning. His deep gold eyes peered at every detail of my skin. "A-are you okay?" he asked, not leaving my sight.

I had no idea why my cheeks had turned hot. To cover it, I walked by him and toward Myra. I was about to walk away from the man when I felt his warm palm on my left arm.

Our skin still shined. It refused to give up. "Don't ever leave my sight," he said possessively.