Chance…
I quickly scan Emma’s study and find it empty, so I make my way to her room. The sound of the shower echoes through the bathroom door. I reach for the handle and swing it open. We need to talk; I must know if she has feelings for me.
“Emma,” I feel my palm sweat when my eyes land on a shadowy form in the shower. She is on the floor, curled underneath the water and an overwhelming desire to storm in and cradle her into my arms slams me.
“Emma, please talk to me...”
“Go away, Chance,” she whispers.
“I’m not going anywhere, until we talk.”
Marching to the opposite wall, I sit on the floor and lean my back against the cold marble tiles. The icy surface penetrates to my core, smoldering my flame.
“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me, Em.”
Her silhouette stands and I w
