" I pressed my hands to the wall of the shower to keep myself standing and cried harder than I ever have. Chase’s hands turned me around and clutched me to him as my body shook with sobs. When I opened my eyes I realized he still had his jeans on and was completely soaked. I looked up to his face and memorized his hard jaw, full lips, perfect nose, bright blue eyes and shaggy wet hair. Even in pain, he was incredibly handsome. “Why are you in here?” “Because you need me,” His voice was hoarse, “and if this is my last hour with you, I’m not going to waste another second of it.” He "
― Molly McAdams , Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1)