Zayne’s call woke me the next morning.
“Open the door,” he said.
I scrambled out of bed and ran. When I opened the door, he stood there in a clean shirt, looking like he’d already been up for hours. He smelled faintly of coffee when I hugged him and whispered, “Good morning.”
He chuckled. “Good morning. Why’d you leave last night? I came back and you were gone.”
“I just wanted to sleep at home.”
We moved to the living room. He sat, eyes wandering past me. I followed his gaze and saw it: Cade’s brown jacket thrown over the couch. My stomach dropped.
“Whose jacket?” he asked quietly.
“Cade’s,” I said before he could finish the thought. “He was here last night. Jesse invited him. They were playing video games. I didn’t even know they still hung out. When I got home, I made it clear he
