I avoided Chase the rest of the day. Not because I wanted to, but because I had no idea what to say.
One second he kissed me like he needed me. The next he walked away like I was poison.
What was I supposed to do with that?
Landon and Rhys pretended not to notice the tension, but I could feel it in every room I walked into. The air had shifted. It was electric. Wrong. Dangerous.
And yet, I wanted more.
God help me, I wanted more.
After dinner, I headed to the kitchen to grab some ice cream straight from the tub. There were unspoken rules about that in most houses. This wasn’t one of them.
I bent over to reach the back of the freezer.
And that’s when I felt it—warm breath against my thigh, a hand sliding along the back of mine as I pulled the carton out.
“Careful, little sis,” Rhys
