Chase
 
 “Are you home now?”I text Vivian. It’s around one in the morning. She’s been at Charlotte’s but said she was going home.
 
 “Yes.”
 
 “Great. Let me in.” I step out of the cab.
 
 “Let you in?”
 
 “Yes, hit your button so the door opens. Then I’m going to get in the elevator, walk down your hall, and when I knock on your door, you’ll open it, and I’ll walk in,” I tease her.
 
 “You’re here?”
 
 “Yes, and it’s freezing out. Can you buzz the door before I turn into an icicle?”
 
 “It’s one in the morning.”
 
 “Yes, I can tell time. Still turning into an icicle out here.” I’m not exaggerating; my breath is coming out in white fog, and I’m bouncing up and down trying to get warm.
 
 The buzzer rings, and I quickly open the door and head to the elevator. Within seconds, I’m walking down the hall to Vivian’s apartment.
 
 She’s standing outside the door with a robe and slippers on.
 
 My pants become tighter, and I tell myself to cool it so she doesn’t kick me out.
 
 “What are you doing here?” Vivian cocks an eyebrow.
 
 “That’s no way to welcome me back,” I tease her again.
 
 “Chase, I’m not in the mood after the night I’ve had. What are you doing here?” She folds her arms over her chest.
 
 “That wasn’t a great way to end our date.” I step so close to her, I can smell her, and she backs up against the wall.
 
 “We weren’t on a date.”
 
 I arch a brow. “We weren’t?”
 
 “No, we weren’t,” she insists.
 
 I’m tempted to step even closer, but instead, I use it as an opportunity to saunter into her apartment.
 
 “I don’t think I invited you in,” Vivian says, but it’s soft and nervous, not mean and accusing.
 
 I spin back to her and cup her face in my hands. “Tell me to go, and I’ll go. If you really don’t want to see me,” I add quickly.
 
 Her eyes scan mine.
 
 “You don’t want to see me?” I ask her softly.
 
 Please don’t tell me you don’t want to see me.
 
 “I didn’t say that,” she says quietly.
 
 I caress her cheeks with my thumbs. She looks nervous, and I don’t want her to be. Holding myself back from her lips, I kiss the top of her head, then step around her to shut and lock the door.
 
 “Can I stay if I promise to be good?” I don’t define what “good” means.
 
 “You want to stay?”