Charlotte tossed and turned in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of Chase's recent behavior toward her. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Finally, she got out of bed and made her way to Chase's room, her heart pounding in her chest.
As she entered his room, she found him sitting on the edge of his bed, his shirt off and his hair messier than usual. He turned to face her, his eyes cold and distant.
"Chase?" she said, her voice laced with concern. "Can we talk?"
Chase snorted. "We have nothing to talk about."
Charlotte's concern turned to alarm. "Chase, what's going on? Are you mad at me? If there's something wrong, we can talk about it." She took a step closer to him, her eyes pleading.
Chase's expression turned bitter. "Were you pretending a
