In this deleted scene from TMI, Chase thinks about kissing Megan... and thinks about it... and thinks about it... :) 

Outside, Chase inhaled a deep sobering gulp of cold air and shook his head a few times. What was he thinking? He'd almost done it, almost ruined everything. He had been only seconds away from throwing Megan onto the bed. He could feel her tension, could practically hear the inner battle she fought and still, he'd kissed her.

Instead of cutting through the yards, he walked around the block, broke into a jog as he turned the corner. He'd never been in her room before. He'd seen it, of course. But that had been from the window in his room, with binoculars. He knew she painted every chance she got. But he had no idea how much she loved it… no…lived it. Every spare inch of space in her room was littered with projects in various stages. Sketches on page after page in one pad he'd glanced through. Landscapes on the canvases stacked against the far wall. Still lifes, abstracts, and who-knew-what-else. The color swatches on the easel… Meg's favorite color was obviously green.

He slowed to a walk when he reached the edge of his property and drew a finger across lips that tingled for her. Her devotion to art wasn't the only thing he'd underestimated. She was just as devoted to Bailey. But was Bailey as devoted to her?

He glanced at the house, saw the lights on, imagined the insanity waiting for him and headed to the garage instead. He needed to be alone. He needed to think.

Bailey had asked him to code her game weeks ago and Megan knew, but never said anything. Why?

Chase grabbed a box of nails and a hammer and pounded nails into a block of wood his dad kept clamped to the workbench for anger workouts, as he called them. The sound of the hammer warned those inside the house to leave him alone for a while longer. Was Megan jealous of Bailey? His face went hot at the thought. He hadn't thought so at the time. He'd dismissed it, explained it away as one friend asking another for help. But now, he wasn't so sure. All he knew was that it made him mad. All of it made him mad.

Chase steadied another nail. The thing that always got him… the thing he couldn't understand… Meg wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He knew it. He could feel it, for God's sake. The way she smiled when she saw him and then pretended she didn't. The tension in her body when she stared at his mouth. The way her eyes darkened and her pulse pounded in her throat. The way her muscles vibrated under his hands when he stood behind her in her room. The way she'd detonated when he kissed her.

He knew, damn it.

What he didn't know was why she always – always! – went still and sad and pulled away.

He raised the hammer and pounded another nail.