ASHLEY
“You’re willing to get your heart broken again, is that it?” I ask, my voice barely rising above a whisper. “You're not bothered about that?”
Caleb's expression is infuriatingly calm. “I won't,” he replies, his voice firm, like he had somehow seen a glimpse of his future where he was immune to the heartbreak. “Tessa promised she wasn't going to leave or cheat on me again.”
“And you believed her.”
“I trust her, Ash.”
I look towards the door that is left ajar, then back at Caleb.
“And what if she ends up breaking your heart? What will you do then? When you're miserable and sad?”
He steps closer, his hand reaching out to smooth the curls on my head. The scent of his citrus cologne—a scent I had memorised over a lifetime of being his shadow—fills my senses.
“I'll come to you.”
