(Chelsea's POV)

The door handle turned and it felt like my nostrils had stopped collecting oxygen. Every muscle in my body snapped tight. Leonard’s hand was still around my waist and I realized the sudden doom I was about to face.

He was coming in. Adrian was coming in. And any moment from now, he was going to see me in his father's room, wearing his father's t-shirt.

Even if Leonard didn't have his hand wrapped around my waist, how was I going to begin to explain? There was no time to even run or hide.

The handle moved another fraction.

"Wait!" Leonard barked.

The handle froze.

"Uh… what?" Adrian...