Promises, Promises

Our kiss is long, and deep, and makes promises.

At least, it does until footsteps sound in the hall outside his door, and we jerk away from each other—Chase wincing and grabbing his ribs.

I hiss and wince at him in empathy, but after a careful breath Chase grins.

The smile falls off his features quickly, though.

"What is it?"

He doesn't even hesitate. He'll come for you. You have to be careful.

I grimace. "I don't think so. I made it pretty clear where I stand with him. He knows I surrendered to the Light."

Chase's lips thin. Careful. Please be careful. Promise me.

"I promise." I stand again and he thinks I'm leaving, but I lean on the bed again, right up in his face until we're breathing each other's breaths. His eyes widen, but they lock on mine and his hand slowly slides up the arm I'm leaning on until he cups my face.

"I'm so glad you're still here," I whisper. And before he can answer, I kiss him.