#Chapter 62: Seize the Day, Damn It

Kadeem Sunday morning, Kadeem was jolted from his slumber by the blaring of Bon Jovi and the vibrating of his phone. The one morning - of course - that he had decided to try and sleep in. Through half-closed eyelids, he fumbled for his phone on the bedside table, only managing to knock it off and onto the floor in a deafening clank. He cursed and forced himself up, swatting his hands around until he located it in between the table and mattress. "Motherfucker," he yelled, swiping it open with an aggressive flick of his finger, to answer it - yes -but mostly to silence the irritating vibration and song. "Whoa," came Riley's voice through the other end. "It's fine," Kadeem growled, with a voice ragged with sleep and aggression. He made an angry mental note to change his goddamn ringtone later. "Shot Through the Heart" had just blasted his own heart with so much cortisol, he was ready to wolf out and strangle somebody - probably Mateo, he thought with a ki