Sterling pulled away and took a single step backward. Regret filled him. Why did he have to bring it up? Immediately he wished he hadn't... every single muscle in his body was desperate for him to step forward again and embrace her... to feel her waste again... but he could tell she didn't want him too.
Sterling felt a sudden surge of hate for Chase's parents. He wanted to find them... tell them that they were doing wrong... he wanted to curse them. He's never felt anger like this before. He was trying not to betray this emotion on his face, trying to make it look as blank as he could. Yet he felt his his jaw clench angrily.
She started to cry. It was more than Sterling could handle. "No!" he said. He wiped a single tear off her face. He couldn't bear to tear his hand away when he was already there and rested his hand on her cheek, the warmth shooting through his body like getting struck by lightning. "No, it's okay, I don't mind..." he started, but then decided not to lie. She could always tell. "Your parents have no right to decide that for you." he said, stepping a tiny bit closer. He couldn't stand to see her bottom lip quivering like it was. His legs moved a little more forward against his will. He tried desperately to control his movement but was unable to. His heart was no longer racing, but had stopped almost completely. It was beating so sparsely and lightly Sterling had to double check to make sure it was still there.