Chapter: 85

Did I want? The truth was a living thing, clawing behind my ribs. I thought about her constantly-the scent of her skin, the way she'd gasped when I kissed her.

"No." I clenched my fists. "We won't."

"But why?" His small hands balled into fists. "Mom's awesome. Why don't you love her?"

"I do-"

"Not like how you do to Celeste." The way he said her name was a curse.