Celeste was my home now, and I...
I exhaled, pulling away.
Her hands hung on my shoulders, blinking up at me in question. "Kie?"
I forced a smile through the hazy fog of emotions in my chest.
I held up the bag of takeout. "We should eat."
She shook her head, took the box out of my hand, and set it on the console table in the foyer. "I can't think about food right now," she whispered as she gripped my shirt and pulled me to her again.
I tried. I really, really tried. I owed Celeste that.
But when her hands slid under my shirt, warm against my skin, a shiver rocked through me. Her body pressed against me, soft and unfamiliar, and something inside me froze.
I pulled back slowly and caught her wrists, gently stilling her. "Celeste..."
She exhaled and looked at me, her expression alrea
