A cold and bucketful of embarrassment washed over me and there was nothing I could do to stop the blood from rushing to my cheeks.
I was also sure that my cheeks had turned a deep shade of pink as well.
Thinking back, I might have forgotten to hide my journal once I was done with it last night and I might have also forgotten to hide it once I woke up this morning as well.
“You say that I am the one who stalks you and is obsessed with you, but your diary seems to tell a very different story,” Chase said in a tone more cheery than I would have liked.
There I was, frozen in place from indirectly embarrassing myself and inevitably exposing myself, and there was my husband, sitting close to me and enjoying every single moment of it.
Perhaps this morning was not going to go as smoothly as
