~Luna~
Fuck it’s Caleb.
The words don’t even fully form in my head before my stomach drops straight through the ground like someone cut the cord holding me upright. Of course it’s Caleb. Of course it is. Because the universe hates me and likes to be very clear about it when I make bad life decisions. My heart starts slamming so hard I swear it’s trying to escape my ribs and run ahead of me so it doesn’t have to be present for whatever comes next.
“What’s happening here, peanuts,” he shouts, and his voice cracks halfway through like he hates himself for yelling but can’t stop, “why are you f*****g him!”
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
“I am not,” I say immediately, too fast, too loud, because panic has always made me honest and stupid at the same time. “Okay, I mean, I was not doing anything ri
