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Chase.
    Suddenly, my heart started racing. He was here . Just because of a single phone call.
    “Hi,” I said, opening it a little.
    “You okay?”
    I nodded, still trying to absorb the fact that he even came at all. I stood there, both a little shocked and relieved to see him.
    “You didn’t have to come,” I began. “But I appreciate it.”
    The smile reached his eyes, and the effect made my heart stutter.
    Clearing his throat, which drew my attention to it, damn him, he said,“It’s cold out here.”
    “Oh!” I opened the door wider, letting him in, my cheeks probably reddening. I mumbled an apology.
    He looked amused, as he held up a huge heavy duty flashlight, and on another hand he held a plastic bag.
    Light!
    Anyone who brought light was my friend. Anyone who made me feel not alone in this house was my friend.
    “Bought some from Abe’s today. Didn’t exactly buy it expecting this, but–”
    Only seeing a third of the package exposed, I instantly recognized what it was.
    Oh my God. Peanut butter cookies.
    Without thinking, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. His arms quickly enclosed on my waist, as if taken by surprise.
    I stayed there, listening to his heartbeat, not quite sure why I was still holding on. He was still holding me too, and if I wasn’t mistaken, his grip was tighter than before.
    After what seemed like a long time, I let go and slid down. His eyes darkened.
    “If that’s how you react to lights, I’m gonna have to do this more often.”
    “You were freaked,” he stated, like coming over was the most natural thing to do. “Need me to stay with you for a while?” he offered.
    He would do that?
    “I– you don’t have to.”
    But all he did was walk to the couch, like he didn’t have a care in the world that he was here, babysitting me.
    He opened the package and offered me one. I walked up to him and took one.
    I smacked a kiss on the cookie, claiming it as my second long-lost love, and it was, just after coffee. I savored the taste.
    It was perfect. Just soft enough, but crunchy on the outside. Very crumbly and nutty, not overly sweet. Mmm.
    The plastic container made a little squishy noise. I looked up to find him breathing heavily. What the heck.
    “Why aren’t you eating one?” I asked, frowning.
    I thought I heard him say ‘lucky fucker’. But he couldn’t have, and so I shrugged it off.
    “I had some on the way,” he said, but he sounded distracted, his voice a little unsteady. I put a hand on his arm, and he looked down on it. I immediately removed my hand.
    “Oh. We might have something in the fridge if you’re still hungry.”
    “I’m good.”
    After a while, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain, he dozed off.
    He looked kind of cute when he was sleeping. He wasn’t frowning, scowling, or saying something ridiculous. He didn’t make me feel conflicted with the way he looked at me. He–
    I was pulled down to him, my body against his, and I felt his chest rumbling in laughter.
    “What are you doing?” I pushed up, but the effort was pointless, because I fell right back down. “This isn’t funny.”
    Clearly it was to him, because it was only now that his laughter started to die down.
    “You were supposed to be sleeping,” I murmured against his chest. Mm. He smelled good. Like sandalwood, and something earthy and distinctly male.
    “You shouldn’t watch people when they sleep.”
    “I– I wasn’t watching you. There was something on your face,” I blurted out.
    “Sherr.” Amusement crept its way into his voice again. “The lights just went out and the flashlight’s pointing at the ceiling. Now try something else.”
    The sarcasm was pissing me off. I pushed myself up, harder this time, scrambled away, and marched up the stairs.
    And as I slammed the door shut, I could still hear the timbre of his laughter.

    * * *
    S leep didn't come .
    So much had happened in the space of a few days, and it was a lot to take in.
    The rain