Morning came, and it was the same routine. Everybody gathered in the kitchen as usual, dragging their feet and rubbing their eyes as they hunted for coffee. And as usual, Jaxon and Aaron were already there, and coffee was set.
It was the same, but just a different house.
They had breakfast, chatted, and bickered for no other reason than they could.
Calista didn't look at Aaron, and neither did he. Nobody could even guess what went down between them last night. And the group was none the wiser. Calista loved this. It felt like a dirty secret she had to keep.
She had lots and lots of them, secrets she wished she could scream at the world, but this was the first secret she wanted to keep. Aaron, for some reason she couldn't grasp, wanted to keep it a secret, so she shall, because she
