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Gabby's POV

I immediately melted in Chase's arms as he held me close to him. His lips were like fire on mine; passionate and demanding. That connection he mentioned wrapped around us like electricity. It was like a match has finally lit and the fuel exploded.

His lips though, so tender and soft against mine. How was it possible that he kissed me with so much passion that it knocked the breath out of me?

Chase finally broke the kiss, but not before he sucked on my bottom lip and then finally letting go. I felt him sigh against me, resting his forehead on mine while holding my head. "Never call yourself that ever again." I heard something new in his voice and it broke me. "Please, Gabby, never ever say that about yourself again, promise me that." I fell into Chase, wrapping my arms around his center and buried my face in his shoulders.

Chase pulled me away from him, resuming his hands on each side of my face. "Promise me," he said with conviction.

"I promise," I swallowed, my hot tears streaming down my face as the rain grew heavier and heavier, but somehow, Chase knew I was crying because his thumbs started to wipe away my tears.

"I'm sorry for making you cry," he confessed, "I'm sorry for judging you back on that first day, and most importantly, I'm sorry you put your faith and trust in someone like me when all I did was rip your heart out and prove to you that I was just like those other guys. Even after I told you I wouldn't do that to you. I'm such an ass. A guy should never make a woman cry and yet here I am."

Chase pushed my bangs out of my face and stared down at me. He looked broken just like I felt and the words coming out of his mouth all sound good, but I need more than that.

"I need action, Chase. You can tell me you're sorry all you want, but I need more than that. One kiss isn't going to do it for me."
"What about another one?" I didn't have time to answer before he was kissing me again and my oh my was the taste of his lips something I could get used to. "Come back to my place," he whispered, I could barely hear him over the rain but I found myself nodding.

Wordlessly, Chase grabbed my hand and pulled me through the downpour to where his truck was parked.

**

"Here, put these on." I stood shivering in Chase's bathroom as he handed me a few towels and fresh clothes. Between the both of us, we couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculous we look.

"Um, I don't think these will fit." I felt embarrassed saying this but he just shrugged me off.

"Take a hot shower and get warmed up. I'll call in Uber Eats, is there anything you don't like?" I shook my head no and watched as water droplets from his hair fell onto his bare chest and disappeared into the sweats that now left little to no imagination.

It took all I had to not stare when he ditched his shirt the moment we got to his house, and must I say, is enormous. I've been to a few of them here on Lake Norman, but none of them was this extreme, and to think, he lives by himself.

"Um, there might be some girlie stuff here." Chase started to open up drawers and cabinets in his bathroom and then produced a basket. "My ex left these here and I just haven't had a chance to toss them yet, feel free to use them." Oh, so that explains why he lives alone in such a big house. Chase wouldn't make eye contact with me when he mentioned her and there was no denying the fact that his jaw tightened.

"Oh, okay, thanks."

"Um, yeah, I'll be out here if you need me." He shut the bathroom door as I eyeballed the basket. I wasn't sure how to feel about knowing he had someone in his past? But then again, I'm a nobody so it doesn't matter.