“Well I love this apartment,” Andie said as she leaned down and kissed him softly. “In fact, when you make it big as a photographer, I think you should keep it.”
He laughed again, pulling her down onto his chest. “We’ll see,” he sighed, and Andie began to trace shapeless patterns on his chest with her fingertips.
Chase lifted his head, looking down at what she was doing. “Are there bruises there?”
“Bruises?” she asked, lifting her head.
“Yeah. In the shape of your hands?”
Andie rolled her eyes as she saw the smirk lift the corner of his mouth. “Shut up. I didn’t push you that hard.”
“Didn’t push me that hard?” He laughed in disbelief. “You almost put me through the wall!” Andie pressed her lips together, fighting laughter as he added, “I mean, shit, remind me never to piss you off again.”
Her composure finally broke as she laughed, dropping her forehead to his chest. “You’re lucky that’s all you got.”
“That’s true,” he said, his hand finding its way to her hair again. “I thought you were gonna deck me for a second.”
“I was thinking about it,” Andie said, “but I don’t really know how to throw a punch. It would have taken away from my point if I was making it from the back of an ambulance on my way to get x-rays.”
She felt his chest bounce with laughter again. “Plus,” he added, “how could you have lived with yourself if you messed up all this pretty?”
It was quiet for a beat before Andie sighed. “You are such a smug bastard.”
He laughed outright then, pulling her body up the length of his until they were face to face, and he brought his mouth to hers, kissing her with an expertise that made Andie feel like they had been kissing for years instead of just a few hours, almost as if she’d never kissed anyone but him.
He rolled them onto their sides as he ended the kiss, smiling softly as he brushed the hair away from her face. As he lifted his arm, Andie’s eyes were immediately drawn to the side of his torso. In the heat of the moment, she had vaguely noticed the ink there, but now that she was lucid, she lifted her head to get a better look. She brought her fingertips to his skin, and he moved his arm, giving her better access as she dragged them over the words written up the length of his side.
KNOW REGRETS.
Andie lifted her eyes to his. “Isn’t it supposed to be no regrets? Like, n-o?”
“What! It is?” he said, jumping up in fabricated alarm. “You mean it’s been spelled wrong this entire time?”
He looked up at Andie with mock incredulity, and Andie laughed, playfully pushing him back down onto the bed.
He reached up and pulled her down next to him, and she immediately crawled back into the nook of his body that seemed to be made just for her.
“It actually did say no regrets when I first got it. I was sixteen. Me and my friend went to this shady tattoo parlor that didn’t card. I’m lucky I made it out of that place without hepatitis,” he said, and Andie smiled against his chest. “I added the k and the w a few months after my mom died.”
Andie trailed her finger over the ripples in his stomach. “I don’t get it,” she said softly.
“Because when I got it, I was this headstrong, self-important teenager. I was gonna grab life by the balls and not care about what I left in my path.” He laughed softly before he looked down at her. “But as it turns out, I grabbed life by the balls, and it turned around and shoved a huge piece of humble pie down my throat.”
Andie pressed her lips to his chest, thinking of everything he had endured that he shouldn’t have had to: the pressure from his overly critical father, the divorce, the loss of his mother.
“A lot of shit happened to me after that and, I don’t know, I guess I just realized I didn’t want to be the kind of guy who had no regrets. Honestly, I wouldn’t trust someone who had no regrets. It means that they’ve never learned from their mistakes, or they’re too arrogant to realize they’ve made them in the first place.” He shifted onto his side, facing her fully.
“I think having regrets makes us better people,” he said. “So…instead of having no regrets, we should know our regrets.” He lifted his arm and looked down at his side. “Wear them like a badge of lessons learned.”
He brought his eyes back to hers, and the intensity behind them caused a flood of butterflies in Andie’s stomach. “If we can’t recognize when we’ve messed up, then how will we know when we’ve gotten it right?”
Andie bit her lower lip, fighting the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She had told him earlier that she was going to fall in love with him.
But she knew then, with absolute certainty, that she already had.
She brought her lips to his, and his kiss once again took her breath away. I love you, she thought as she laid her head back on his chest. I love you, Chase McGuire.
“So,” Chase said softly, “do you have any secret tattoos?” He lifted the sheet, peeking underneath, and she squealed as she tugged it back around herself.
“No,” she laughed.
He pulled her body against his beneath the sheet. “I figured. I think it’s safe to say I’ve thoroughly acquainted myself with your body tonight,” he said, running his hand down her side and making her shiver. “If you had one, it would have to be pretty well hidden.”
“No, no tattoos,” she sighed, a soft smile on her lips as her eyes fell closed.
He shifted beneath her, and then she felt his lips in her hair. “Tell me your biggest regret,” he whispered.
Andie looked up at him. “My biggest regret?” she asked softly.
“Mm-hm,” he murmured.
And as soon as he said it, she knew what she would tell him. She wanted him to know her, really know her, so that when he finally told her he loved her, she’d know he meant all of her. Everything. Even her worst mistakes.
Know your regrets. Wear them like a badge of lessons learned.
“I was almost raped,” she said, wishing her voice didn’t sound so pathetic as she uttered the words.
She felt his chest still beneath her for a moment, and suddenly he shifted, lifting her off his body so he could see her face.
But she couldn’t look him in the eyes yet.
“When?”
Andie licked her lips nervously, her eyes on the sheet as her fingers plucked at the seam. “When I was fourteen.”
The room grew silent, and Andie glanced up at him uneasily. He opened his mouth but closed it before he said anything, shaking his head slightly. His expression was more disturbed than confused, and Andie could tell he was torn between asking her to explain and not wanting to upset her.
“I didn’t really know him,” she offered, lowering her eyes again. “I mean, I knew of him. We went to the same school.”
Chase’s hand found hers on the bed, his thumb making one soft pass over the back of it.
“He was older than me. Really popular. I had a huge crush on him,” she said with a sad smile before she shook her head softly. “He invited me to a party, and I convinced my friend to sneak out and go with me. At some point I went to the bathroom, and he followed me up there. He came in and locked the door…” Andie glanced up at Chase again. The muscles of his jaw were flexing over and over, but his eyes were still soft.
She took a deep breath, and much to her embarrassment, it trembled. It had been years since she had said any of this out loud, and she was underprepared for the power the words still held for her.
He clasped her hand then, intertwining their fingers, and she held it as she found her voice again.
“Anyway, he tried, but…I was fighting…and I guess I was so scared that I…that my body…” She looked down and shook her head. “He just…he couldn’t manage it…and then he just got fed up with me and left,” she said with a tiny shrug, chewing on her lower lip. “I’ve never told anyone that,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Nobody?” he said softly. “Your pare
nts? Colin?”
Andie shook her head. “The only one who knows is my friend Tracey, and that’s only because she was there that night. As soon as she saw me, she knew something had happened, and she wouldn’t give up until I told her. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have said anything to her either.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked, his voice almost desperate. “Why didn’t you have him arrested?”
“Because I was young, and scared, and he told me no one would believe me, and I believed him. And plus, when we got back to school, he walked right past me like I didn’t exist, like I was completely invisible, and in a way, I was relieved. I wanted to be invisible to him. I didn’t want to do anything that would force me to interact with him ever again.”
“Jesus, Andie,” he said, and his voice was so sad that she scooted toward him, pressing her face against the side of his neck. His arms immediately wrapped around her, holding her firmly against his chest.
“You asked me once if I’d ever done something without worrying about consequences. Something just for me, because it was what I wanted. Well…there you have it,” she said softly. “And I’m not trying to make excuses. But that’s why I am the way I am, I think…like you said, always playing by the rules, always doing the right thing. Because I know there are consequences for doing the wrong thing.”
He released her then, pulling back from her slightly with his face full of concern. “You can’t possibly think that was your fault.”
She licked her lips and looked down. “I don’t know. I mean, I know I didn’t deserve it, but I put myself in that situation. I barely knew him, and I went to that party because I was naïve enough to think he was interested in me. My mom said it was wrong, my friend said it was wrong, but I did it anyway. And I paid the price.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “So you made a decision for yourself. So you didn’t do what someone else expected of you. That’s not a crime, and you certainly didn’t deserve to pay a price for it. The only reason that happened was because he was a cowardly piece of shit. A fucking lowlife. It had nothing to do with your choice to go to a party, regardless of who didn’t want you to go.”
Andie nodded, chewing on the inside of her lip. “The thing is, though, on some level, even in my own heart I knew I shouldn’t be going.”
Chase leaned over, sweeping her hair behind her ear. “It’s still not your fault. But now you know better. You should never ignore your instincts. You don’t have to do what other people tell you to do, but you should always do what your heart tells you.”
Andie nodded as she looked down. It was so different from what she’d always been told. Use your head. Love with your head. Everything always logical, sensible, careful.
She thought back on everything that had happened that night: declining Colin’s proposal, going to see Chase, returning to his house a second time to confront him, baring herself to him, mind, body, and soul. None of that was sensible. None of it was careful. Yet it all felt right.
She looked at him then, lying next to her and looking up at her with a sentiment so pure that it made her eyes well with tears.
You should always do what your heart tells you.
She took Chase’s hand and pressed her lips against his palm.
“I finally did,” she whispered.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Ok a y, now I really have to go to bed,” Andie said after she yawned heavily into the phone.
“You’ve been saying that for the past hour,” Chase said, shifting on the couch to look at the clock. “It’s after one.”
“I know,” Andie pouted. “So stop talking to me.”
Chase laughed, stretching across the length of his couch. “I can’t. I like your voice too much.”
“Mmm, you’re good,” Andie said sleepily.
“Remind me again why you have to be at the restaurant at six in the morning?”
“Because we’re hosting a bridal shower and a retirement party back to back tomorrow.”
“And which one of them starts before the sun comes up?”
“Neither, smart-ass,” Andie said. “But there’s a lot of organization and setup and behind-the-scenes stuff that needs to be done. It’s gonna be a busy day.”
“Well then, what are you doing talking on the phone at one in the morning?”
She laughed softly, and Chase smiled. He really did love her voice. And her laugh. And the sleepy little noises she was making into the phone as she fought sleep to talk to him. But he knew he had to stop being selfish, considering the day she had in front of her.
“Okay, time for you to get some sleep.”
“Okay,” she sighed, sounding like a kid who was just told it was her bedtime.
“You sure you don’t want some company? You might fall asleep faster if there was someone in bed with you.”
She laughed throatily, and Chase grinned. “Nice try, but I’m pretty sure if you came here, I’d get no sleep at all.”
“Suit yourself,” he said airily.
Andie yawned for the fourth time. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Alright.”
“Good night, Chase.”
“Andie, wait,” he said suddenly, hoping she hadn’t hung up.
“Hmm?”
Something had been bothering him ever since the night they admitted their feelings for each other, the night they slept together for the first time. He hadn’t even thought about it until a couple of days after that, when she came back to his apartment after she got off of work. No sooner than she walked in the door, their hands were everywhere, ripping and pulling at clothes until at last they fell into a tangled heap of limbs and moans on his couch. And two nights ago, he had gone to her apartment with plans to watch Dumb and Dumber, but they barely made it through the opening credits before the movie was forgotten.
And it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the sex. He did. It was, by far, the best he’d ever had. Just thinking of it made his stomach knot and his toes curl in a way that had him wanting to jump in his car and drive to her apartment right now.
It was just that he felt like, somehow, she’d been slighted in this whole process.
And he wanted to make it right.
“Let me take you out tomorrow.”
“I just told you I have to work two parties tomorrow,” she said with a laugh.
“After that,” he said, his voice turning serious. “Tomorrow night. Go on a date with me.”
There was a slight pause before she spoke, a smile in her voice. “A date?”
“I know, it’s backward,” he said. “But let me do this the right way, even if it’s in the wrong order.”
“Chase McGuire, do you mean to tell me this whole time, you’ve been a closet romantic?”
“Would you just put me out of my misery already?” he laughed. “Let me take you out tomorrow.”
She laughed softly before she spoke, her voice whisper soft. “I would love to go on a date with you,” she said, and Chase smiled at those words on her lips.
One of the more beautiful things he’d ever heard.
Chase sat at the red light, his fingers drumming the steering wheel. He glanced in the rearview one more time, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to neaten it, and he froze, dropping his head back on the seat and exhaling a breathy laugh.
Did he seriously have first-date jitters right now?
“Get your shit together,” he said to himself, taking his foot off the brake as the light turned green, and he concentrated on stilling his fingers as he drove the last mile to her apartment.
He got out of the car, smoothing the front of his green button-down. He wore it un-tucked, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and his nicest pair of jeans.
Chase jogged up the steps to her door, knocking softly, and within seconds it swung open. “Hi,” she smiled. “Perfect timing.”
“This is our first date, you know. You aren’t supposed to be ready. You�
��re supposed to make me wait a little. Build a little mystery.”
She smirked at him, shaking her head, and he held out the bouquet of flowers he’d brought for her.
“Chase, what are you doing?” she sighed, taking them from him as she lowered her face to inhale their scent.
“Bringing you flowers.”
She looked at him over her shoulder as she turned to walk into the kitchen. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, her voice both appreciative and reprimanding.
“Of course I didn’t. But I wanted to. There are a lot of things I want to do for you tonight, and I’d appreciate it if you’d just let me.”
Andie lifted her brow slightly. “Fair enough,” she said with a smile, laying the bouquet on the island counter. “Let me just put these in water and we can get going,” she added, turning around and standing up on her toes as she reached above the cabinet for a vase.
As she extended her arm, her lower back arched slightly, giving him an amazing view of her from behind, and he groaned softly.
Andie cocked her head over her shoulder, catching the way he was looking at her. “Well now, that’s a little bit forward for a first date, don’t you think?”
He laughed quietly, looking away from her. “You’re making this hard, Andie.”
“Pun intended?”
Chase laughed again before he straightened his expression and turned toward her, pointing at her in a playful warning.
She smiled and held her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay,” she said as she began arranging the flowers, and Chase watched her, her hands moving with precision, coming up every so often to tuck a strand of blonde silk behind her ear. Her brow was creased in concentration as she pursed her lips, fussing over the arrangement.
He’d seen her in an evening gown, he’d seen her in a T-shirt and jeans, he’d seen her in sweats, and he’d seen her in nothing at all; she never disappointed.
“Okay,” she exhaled, turning toward him. “I’m ready. At least, I think I’m ready. Is this okay? I wasn’t sure where we were going.” She gestured at the fitted sweater dress she wore over tight brown leggings.
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