but the fiery pain did n't ease . and in my mind , waiting in that doorway was chase . he repeats his words again , still speaking in that stupid language . youre not going alone , are you ? he reached his hand up under my dress and slowly started to touch my inner thigh . i grab his shirt and collapse into him . why havent we run into each other sooner ? oh , yeah , maybe he 'd put too much emphasis on the our , but screw it . 