KADE
I was proud. More than proud. I was a wreck watching her in that match, thinking she'd forget everything I told her about Sophia's left leg always dragging a millisecond behind, the way her blocks opened up after the third strike. But Ivy didn’t forget. She remembered every word. Used it. Turned it into fire and fury. And she won. Damn, she actually won.
When Miss Lisa finally dismissed her and the others scattered like flies, I didn't wait. I pulled her into the supply closet before my brain could remind me it was a bad idea. Again.
She raised a brow, that usual unimpressed expression on her face like I’d just asked her to clean the toilet. "Seriously, Kade? Another closet? What do you even want?"
My hands were already on her waist before I answered. "That’s the thank you I get f
