No Strings Attached

Chapter 487

A husky, seductive voice whispered in Sasha's ear like a siren's call.

"Sasha, are you blushing? Why's your face all red?"

He gently pinched Sasha's warm cheek, nuzzling her forehead with his nose.

He chuckled softly, "Did my words get to you? Sasha, do you like me?" NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Sasha's mind was a bit fuzzy, and Chase's handsome face seemed to float before her eyes.

She grabbed his tie, her eyes slightly reddened, and fixated on him.

Her warm breath fanned his collarbone as her adorable dimples appeared on her flushed face.

In a soft, muffled voice, she confessed, "You're my boyfriend. Of course, I like you."

Then, she planted a kiss on his collarbone, her plump lips leaving their mark.

Chase felt his Adam's apple bob, his body flushed with heat.

Just as he was basking in the moment, a sharp pain shot through his collarbone.

Sasha's teeth sank into his skin, making him gasp in pain.

"Sasha, let go," he pleaded.

But Sasha's mind was crowded with images of Amanda cozying up in Chase's embrace and herself sitting alone on the Ferris wheel, watching other couples in their intimate moments.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she bit him, unable to help herself.

Chase was about to push her away when he felt the wet warmth on his collarbone.

He panicked and immediately started to pat her back, coaxing gently, "Sasha, let go. Can we talk this out?"

Sasha slowly released her bite, her nose sniffling as she looked at the red mark she'd made.

"They all looked at me with those weird eyes. Even the waiter asked why I was alone. The restaurant manager felt sorry for me and gave me a bottle of wine. Chase, you said you'd take me out to dinner, so why did you break your promise? Why make me the butt of their jokes?"

As her tears continued to fall, Chase's heart ached, and he tenderly wiped them away.

Cupping her face, he leaned in closer and said, "Sasha, will an apology suffice?"

Before she could react, he captured her lips with his.

In a mix of impulse and intoxication, the spark between them was inevitable.

Sasha tried to pull away at first, but Chase was a skilled kisser, and soon, she melted into him, moaning softly.

He scooped her up from the passenger seat onto his lap, deepening the kiss.

Sasha's resistance evaporated, her heart collapsing at the moment as the flame inside her was ignited.

She wrapped her arms around Chase's neck, reciprocating his kiss.

The night grew deeper, the parking lot emptied, and the once noisy amusement park quieted as if paused, leaving only the soft sounds from the car.

Sasha looked at Chase with eyes full of longing, her mind a whirlwind.

Why didn't she push away his kiss? Why was she craving it?

What in the world was happening?

As she was lost in thought, pain shot through her neck.

Chase bit down hard, then whispered huskily, "Here or home?"

They were adults. The implication was clear.

Without hesitation, Sasha blurted out, "Home."

Hearing her answer, Chase quickly placed her back in the passenger seat.

Adjusting his clothes, he hit the gas and sped away.