“Cheyenne?” At the sound of his voice, I turned. “Cole. Hey.” “What are you doing out here? You’re going to freeze.” “Nah.” I looked up at the sky again, at the traitorous stars. “I’m just getting some air.” “Blair said you were out here—I said I’d come get you. It’s about time for the dance.” “Oh. Okay.” Glancing at him, I tried a joke. “Ready to bust a move?” He laughed a little. “I’m just hoping I don’t bust your toes.” “Don’t worry, I’ll try to keep them out of your way.” I moved for the door, but he reached for my arm. “Cheyenne, wait. I was hoping we’d have a chance to talk.”
