The smell of food wafted through the air, and I looked up to see Chase bringing a steaming bowl of chicken soup.
"Eat while it’s hot. You haven’t been feeling well lately, so be careful not to burn yourself," he said softly.
I took the bowl from him, feeling warmth in my eyes. "Why are you so good to me?"
I already knew the answer, but I couldn’t help but ask.
Chase was silent for a few moments, his gaze soft and deep, as though he was thinking about how to answer.
He reached out and gently pushed a strand of hair from my forehead, his fingers warm and steady.
His touch made me feel a bit shy, and I felt a flush creeping up my face without realizing it.
"Emma," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time."
"You’re an amazing person, Em. You’re better than anyone else. He just didn’t know how to appreciate you."
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come out right away.
Seeing my hesitation, he smiled softly. "I know this is sudden. You don’t have to respond right away. I just want you to know that I’ve always been here."
"Chase, let’s get married."
