Celeste
Jared stood like he owned the placed which he did, he was dressed He was in dark pants and a simple, untucked white shirt. His hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it.
And his face… his face was a mask of cold, furious anger and his dark eyes were blazing.
“Get out please,” I choked out wiping frantically at my tear-streaked face I must have looked a mess. I didn’t care. “Please, Jared I’m not in the mood for any of this please just leave me alone.”
He stepped further into the room and kicked the door shut behind him with a finality that made my heart jump.
He didn’t yell.
His voice was low, deadly calm, and it was so much worse. “When,” he said each word clipped and sharp, “were you planning on telling me?”
I stared at him confused still hiccupping fro
