His ride or die

" Would you die for me? " Chad asked.

" I will happily die for you Chad. I. . . "

Her voiced trailed away, dying in words that did not need saying because she could tell from Chad's reaction that he was seeing it all for himself.

He could hear the strain in her shallow breathing, feel the tension in her body and the pulsing, stinging readiness of her stress.

She tried to swallow, but found it impossible. She felt the sudden need to do whatever he had asked her to do to put a stop to what was battering her, but couldn't bring herself to get up and leave his house and go back to hers. Her throat thickened; her chest began to feel too tight. It was dreadful. Say something, she wanted to beg him.

And Chad laughed hoarsely. " Will you do anything I ask you to do? "

She nodded as her charming worried eyes stared at him. Her breathy gasps filtered through the air.

" How high is the building? " he asked keenly.

Wary, she lifted her eyes to his, an