Zoe Pierce stared at him blankly, only letting out a soft "ah" after a long moment.
Chase Shaw lowered the hand that had been covering his face. He was bent slightly at the waist, but his head was tilted up, his gray eyes fixed on Zoe Pierce as he repeated, "After Nathan Lockwood, choose me, alright?"
Last night, he had lost the first move. Overcome by fear, he had kissed and embraced her in front of everyone, and the memory of her expression as she crouched down seared him.
One thing after another.
He would start awake in the middle of the night, unable to calm his anxious heart.
So much so that when Nathan Lockwood made his proposal, he couldn't even bring himself to speak.
"Zoe..."
Zoe Pierce didn't understand. She had already agreed to their arrangement, yet each of them was still acting so cautiously.
Both Nathan Lockwood and him.
