Chase POV
The way Blake has been looking at me tonight—like I’m someone new, someone he’s never quite seen before—it’s amazing. And at the same time, it’s devastating, because I wish I’d realized sooner that this is what we needed.
I lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, my lips lingering there for a moment. My hand moves slowly, picking up the sponge and running it gently across his chest and shoulders.
He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the way his body melts against mine, his tension slipping away as the warm water and my touch lull him into a calm I haven’t seen in weeks.
The silence between us is thick, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s full—full of unspoken things, of years of missed chances to be like this.
We sit there, wrapped in each other, the wate
