that smug grin, Chase was sweet and caring. And he loved me just as I am, he didn’t want to change me in any way.
I thought back to our time in San Francisco. Yes, that was a vacation fantasy, not real life. But Scott had never behaved in such a way — so gentle and kind. I thought back to the moment I’d walked out of his office for the last time — the painful look on Chase’s face. He’d seemed utterly crushed, and I kicked myself now for making him feel that way when he’d always gone out on a limb to make me feel good — at least since we’d come to a better understanding about each other.
No, I didn’t want to sacrifice my job for a relationship, but was I really willing to sacrifice love as well?
When I was with Scott, at that time I’d thought I’d been in love with him. But it had never felt like this.
And that was my answer. What I gained through my relationship with Chase was so much more than the things I was being forced to sacrifice. I didn’t know what to do next; all I knew was that I needed to make things right with Chase.
7
“ W hat do you want , Kaia?” Chase asked after opening his door. He looked even more pathetic than the last time I’d shown up on his doorstep, announcing my affections. His eyes were bloodshot and hollow and he didn’t look like he’d showered in days.
“Can I come in?” I asked
“That’s a bad idea,” he replied, not budging from his place in the doorway. “I think you should leave.”
“Chase, please just let me say my peace. Then, if you want me to go, I’ll go.”
“Fine,” he said, “but you can say what you need to say right here on the porch.”
I bit down on my sarcastic reply, reminding myself that he had every right to be angry with me. I had, after all, broken up with him for no reason. I had punished him for my own insecurities. I needed to prove to him that I regretted how I acted.
“I’m sorry,” I began, thinking that was the best place to start. “I am so sorry. People started talking about us, and I freaked out. I treated you unfairly and if I could take it all back, I could.”
“But you can’t,” Chase said, sounding unmoved.
“I can’t,” I agreed. “But I want to make it better. I want to fix this. I want to fix us.”
“I don’t think we can be fixed,” Chase replied.
That statement tore through me, practically ripping my heart out of my chest. He’s hurting , I reminded myself. There had to be a way for me to fix this, I just had to figure out how.
“Look,” I began. “I know I was in the wrong — on a lot of levels. I didn’t treat you fairly about the extra work you were giving me, or about the pregnancy, or even about the consequences of our relationship going public. I have been made aware that I’d been allowing insecurities from an old relationship dictate how I reacted in this one, and that wasn’t fair to you.”
“And if I let you in?” Chase asked. “What then? What’s to say you won’t keep treating me that way? What’s to say that I won’t take you back only to have you walk out on me again next week?”
“Nothing,” I admitted in barely a whisper. “Nothing except how much I love you and how much I’m willing to fight for you — even if that fight is against my own insecurities. You’re amazing, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you — even if you won’t let me in tonight. I promise. I’m not giving up.”
I wasn’t able to finish my train of thought, as Chase was suddenly pressed against me. His arms were around my neck, pulling my mouth towards his. Once my mind caught on to what was happening, I wrapped my hands around Chase as tightly as I could, vowing never to let him go.
“I love you so much,” he panted against my lips, never removing his lips from my own.
Eventually, Chase did pull away, though he didn’t take his hands off of me and didn’t seem bothered that I was unwilling to let go of him just yet.
Clinging to each