Celeste

He froze. “What?”

“Mina,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes again. “Why are you sleeping with Mina?”

“Celeste—”

“Is it because of this morning?” My voice cracked. “Because I kissed you? Is that why you did that with her?”

“No, that’s not—”

“Then why?” I demanded.

“Wait—is that why you’re crying?” he asked, as if I were making a big deal out of nothing.

“Yes. Why are you sleeping with her?” My voice was getting louder with each ...