Word Count: 100 exactly
“You’re too young. And too pretty,” he snarled hoping Chase would run from rejection. Instead he stood in front of House eating Red Vines.
House blamed himself. He hired fellows with issues and ended up with…fellows with issues. Cameron’s crush had been bad enough. Now he had to deal with Chase’s blue eyes and licorice lips.
“Cameron wants to fix me and Wilson wants to save me. What’s your agenda?”
“Can’t I just want you?”
No, you can’t. Nobody does.
“Go away kid. You bother me.”
Chase held out a Red Vine invitingly.
House had always had a sweet tooth.