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Oh. I kinda see what he's saying. Almost.
Chase: If I wanted to fuck a woman, I'd fuck her in any position she liked.
Ariel: But you must have a preference?
Chase: I like being in control.
Ariel: Bondage?
Chase: Not usually.
Ariel: Sometimes?
Chase: We shouldn't have this conversation.
But we should.
He's so sexy. Why is he so sexy?
Chase: You want to fix my broken heart?
Ariel: Yeah.
I really do.
Chase: What about yours?
Better not to think about it.
Ariel: I can worry about that when I'm pregnant.
Chase: You're sure you want this?
Ariel: Is that a yes?
Chase: I'm going to regret this.
Ariel: You won't. I promise.
Chase: Yes.
Chapter Eight
Chase
"Iappreciate it." Forest holds out his hand.
I shake.
He pulls me into a hug. "It's a big favor."
"It's nothing." I step backward. Nod to the guy sitting in his chair. Well, to the guy's bare back. This is the second session of his back piece. A hammerhead shark surrounded by black waves. It's still in the outline stage, but it's already badass. "Good business."
He runs a hand through his dark hair. Drops it by his side. "Yeah." He presses his lips together, struggling to find the words.
It's painful to watch. Really, it is. Like looking in a mirror.
We've been friends forever—more than half my life—but we're incapable of admitting vulnerability or expressing gratitude.
