#Chapter 106: Pizza Night

Ardal Damn it. My stomach gives a sickening lurch when I realize I’ve been caught. Kadeem spins me around with the ease of a professional dancer. Only, I was never a good dance partner. I break free from him, sputter something unintelligible, shove open the door, and stumble outside. By some miracle, I make it to the outer wall of the building, and press myself against its hard surface as I squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to hyperventilate and, especially, not to cry. “Chels?” The sound of his voice sends my heart into overdrive again. I open my eyes hesitantly. He’s in his workout gear. His raven hair is damp and he smells faintly of fresh sweat. His brown eyes are watching me intently. “What are you doing here,” he asks. I feel my cheeks get hot. “No reason," I fib. It falls far short of convincing - my voice is too tight, my pitch is overly high in an attempt to feign nonchalance, and my hands are visibly shaking like a junior high kid on their first date. Com