6
Celeste’s POV
It was the smile that did it for me.
She leaned too close to him and laughed too hard at something he said. Her hand brushed his forearm casually. Too casually. She knew what she was doing.
And so did I.
I stood at the front of the lecture hall, pretending to organize my notes. Watching and trying not to react.
Eli didn’t pull away. He smiled back. Soft, awkward and endearing. Maybe he thought it was harmless. Maybe it was.
But it didn’t feel that way.
Not when I’d had him gasping under me three nights ago. Not when I still tasted him on my tongue.
She touched him again. And I saw red.
***
I finished class five minutes early and I couldn’t look at him when he left. He waited by the door like he always did, looking for eye contact or a small smile, maybe. I didn’t
