[She should have fallen for Wilson this way. He'd either have had the good sense to marry her, or let her down in a way that made her feel like she'd just been to a pep rally. Chase hates crying women.
...He hates making women cry. And if he's not heartless, that heart's feeling tugged loose around the seams right now. He keeps her hand, curls his fingers against hers, thumb rubbing lightly across the pulse point at her wrist.]
You can be the sweetest, smartest, most brilliant person in the world - or a regular person who spends every day just trying to be the best of any of those that they can - and no matter how incredible you are, time and chance and circumstance still screw up the things you think you want. Even the things you really deserve. Some people call that fate, or chaos, but no one would put it on you.
But this heart. [He presses the pad of his thumb down lightly.] Still beating?
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[She should have fallen for Wilson this way. He'd either have had the good sense to marry her, or let her down in a way that made her feel like she'd just been to a pep rally. Chase hates crying women.
...He hates making women cry. And if he's not heartless, that heart's feeling tugged loose around the seams right now. He keeps her hand, curls his fingers against hers, thumb rubbing lightly across the pulse point at her wrist.]
You can be the sweetest, smartest, most brilliant person in the world - or a regular person who spends every day just trying to be the best of any of those that they can - and no matter how incredible you are, time and chance and circumstance still screw up the things you think you want. Even the things you really deserve. Some people call that fate, or chaos, but no one would put it on you.
But this heart. [He presses the pad of his thumb down lightly.] Still beating?