I warned Cade that I never wanted to see his face again. I was so angry I didn’t even know what I’d do if I stayed another second. He only smiled, certain I was bluffing.
I left before I could throw something at him. I wasn’t stupid enough to drive to Zayne’s. He was angry and disappointed, and I couldn’t blame him. If I were him, I’d hate me too. So I went home instead, bracing for whatever silence would follow once he was done processing things.
By the time I got inside, my phone was already vibrating with notifications. The M&Cey campaign had dropped. Every feed, every headline, every clip had us plastered across it– Cade and me, everywhere
People called it electric, scandalous, impossible to look away from. They couldn’t decide which part to love more. The photos or the mess behind
