JEREMÍAS
The door slams shut behind Caleb sealing away his annoying shouts. I let out a slow breath, the smile on my face fading.
I settle on my bed, rubbing my face. From the floor beside me, I pick up a basketball—one of the many I had—and lay down on the bed.
With a smooth flick of my wrist, I send the ball spinning on my index finger, the steady rotation satisfying me.
I wonder how Ashley can be so in love with Caleb so much that she overlooks his own flaws and bad doings.
When I had mentioned that Caleb had s*x and was judging her, I had expected an outburst, or as little as a questioning glance, but nothing. She was silent, not even batting an eye towards him.
Still, she couldn't hide her desires, not entirely. I had seen right through them last night—the possessiveness and p
