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...