Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0286

"Probably a good idea," he agreed gently. But as he spoke, I caught a glimpse in his eyes a flicker of something unspoken. His words said one thing, but his eyes told a different story. Was that regret? Longing? For a moment, I wondered if he was battling the same inner conflict as I was. Maybe he wanted me too but felt he couldn't act on it. The possibility both comforted and frustrated me. I took a few steps before stopping, the weight of loneliness pressing down on me. An overwhelming emptiness settled in my chest, a hollow ache that threatened to consume me. I felt adrift, untethered from everything and everyone. All the anger and bravado faded, leaving behind a raw vulnerability I couldn't escape. I didn't want to be alone-not tonight. I yearned for connection, for someone to hold onto, if only for a moment.

"Chase?" I called over my shoulder.

"Yes?" he responded, his tone patient and sexy as hell.

I turned to face him, allowing vulnerability to seep into my expression. I let my gaze soften, meeting his eyes beneath lowered lashes.

"Do you think... do you think they still care about me?" My voice wavered, the question hanging heavily between us, but honestly, I wanted to see if THAT was holding him back. I watched him intently, searching for any sign that might reveal his true feelings. If he thought I was still connected to Knox and Kane, maybe that was why he was keeping his distance. Perhaps if I could dispel that notion, he might let his guard down. This was as much a test as it was a plea for reassurance. I needed to know what was holding him back.

carefully, clearly wanting to see if his words broke me; they did. But I wouldn't be letting him see it. I swallowed hard through the pain,

though I didn't really.

Connie," he added

and desperation swirling within me. Maybe I couldn't find solace with Knox or

Phina laughed as

suggested, my voice barely above a

aback. I closed the distance between us swiftly, placing a hand on his chest, not giving him a

the contours of his muscles. "We're both alone tonight. Why not help each other forget, just for a little while?" "Because it's

fe

I looked up at him our faces mere inches apart. His eyes searched mine, conflict evident in his gaze. For a heartbeat, thought he might give in. My pulse quickened, anticipation coiling

late; his face had given him away. "It wouldn't be fair to you, or to myself." A surge of frustration and