My father's surgery went smoothly, and his body recovered quickly.
Chase stayed at the hospital day and night, while also doing his best to take care of me.
Over the past two weeks, my mother's opinion of Chase had improved quite a bit.
I called Chase to the stairwell. "My dad is fine now. You should go back."
"I'm not leaving. Wherever you are, that's where I'll be."
"Why bother following me? I've already made myself very clear. We're over. There is no future for us anymore."
Chase's deep eyes darkened. He reached out, caught the back of my head in time, and kissed me without warning.
It wasn't so much a kiss as it was a domineering, reckless bite.
With our lips pressed together, anger raged in the depths of his eyes. He said resentfully, "I don't want to hear it."
He bit at my s
