CALEB.
“I know she's not just a friend. So tell me, who is she?” Aunt Georgina questioned the moment we steered clear of Helena.
“She's just a friend. Get rid of those thoughts.” I muttered. Even the lie felt heavy as it rolled off my tongue. She wasn't a friend, she was my lover. My girlfriend. I may not have her anymore, but she's always mine. Always.
“Her expression told me otherwise.” I was about to retort when she shrieked. “Oh dear!”
I slammed the brakes. “What happened? Are you okay?” I asked, panic in my voice.
“I left my flask with her. How do I make hot chocolate now?” She looked visibly distressed.
You have got to be kidding me.
“That's why you yelled like that?” I relaxed into my chair, my tense muscles loosening with relief.
“Don't blame me. I love making hot chocol
