Chloe
Caden reached down and grabbed me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. Just as I was started to see stars, he pulled back, keeping his hands firmly on my shoulders and me in place. If I wanted to run for it, I’d have to rip myself from his grasp.
“Chloe!” Relief and surprise mingled in his voice. I wanted to say it felt forced, but he was so open when his guard was down, as it was now. He was genuinely happy to have run into me.
“Caden,” I greeted, more reserved.
“What are you doing here?” he shook me slightly. “Where the hell have you been?”
My mouth started falling open and I snapped it shut. “Why do you care?” the words came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t bother apologizing. The old Chloe would have apologized so as not to cause issues between us. That Chloe died
