Page 101 of Make Me Trust Again
“You make me want to be.”
The admission comes out in a breathy whisper. My teeth graze over my lower lip as I stare at those warm brown eyes that are pulling me in. Calling out to me. A silent plea. A beacon. And I can’t resist it. I can’t resisthim.
Not when he makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before.
His gaze. His voice. His touch.
Being around Chase makes me wish for things I never thought were possible. He’s strength and stability, a shoulder to lean on, a warm refuge in a starless night.
And as long as he’s there, I’m not afraid of the dark.
One of those calloused fingers slips under my chin, tilting my head back.
His irises have grown dim, his gaze zeroed in on my mouth as a low rumble comes out of his lungs, making my belly tighten. I want him to kiss me, and I have a feeling I’m not the only one.
The next time I kiss you, you won’t be married to another man.
His words echo in my mind, and yet I can see him fighting for control. Will he do it? I swear I can practically feel his li?—
“Yes! Mom, Chase, I did it!”
We both pull back immediately, our fingers disentangling. Tingles run through my palm, so I curl them into a fist, wishing it were his warm fingers that were still wrapped around mine.
Strong and steady.
Shaking my head, I look up. The boys are standing at a different hole. Kyle’s arms are lifted up in the air as he grins at us. “The ball went in on one swing.”
Since he’s too far to read my lips or read the sign, I lift my hands in the air and clap for him. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind because his friends draw his attention.
“We should go to them.” I peek up at Chase to find him watching me.
He nods and whistles softly for Shadow to follow, his palm sliding to the small of my back as he leads me to the boys, who’ve returned to playing and barely pay us any attention.
“I’m honestly surprised they’re doing so well. I was worried there for a second somebody would get hit with a stick in the head or something.”
“Stick?”
I glance at Chase to find his brows furrowed in confusion.
“You know that metal thingy you use to kick the ball?” I make the swinging motion. “The stick.”
For a moment, he just stares at me, but then his lips press together, and it takes me a second to realize it’s amusement I see reflected in his eyes.
He’slaughingat me.
My cheeks flush. “It’s not a stick, is it?”
He shakes his head. “Putter.”
“That makes zero sense.”
Chase raises a brow. “You’re putting the ball in a hole,” he explains, the corner of his mouth twitching again. “Putter.”
I glare at him and jab my finger into his chest. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, Chase Williams.”
“I don’t laugh,” he mutters, his expression turning serious.
“Mm-hmm, so you’d like to think.” I huff, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I never claimed I knew anything about golf.”
