Chase’s words echoed in my head more than I would have liked. So what if he was proud of me? What did it matter? It wasn’t like his opinions mattered. It wasn’t like we were friends or anything now. We were just neighbors who happened to live in the same mansion, who also happened to be bound by marriage, and who were supposed to have a child together.
So it wasn’t like we had any real relationship, now, did we?
My brain understood it. My mind understood it, but my body decided to act like a lunatic and disagree with them. This was the third time I had caught myself blushing and Chase wasn’t even here. Scratch that, we had left Mrs. Harrington’s class ages ago.
Slapping myself lightly across the cheek, I willed myself to focus on something else. Anything else.
Taking my clothes off, I
