My skin prickles at the idea of him spending time with one of his teammates alone in a hotel room. Where somehow, Kaleb was able to keep Keene out of his head when that’s what he relies on me for. What were they doing in there that allowed Keene to let off enough steam that...? Images, ones I never want to see or think, flash through my mind. Kaleb and Keene together. The pinpricks along my skin only grow into a sense of revulsion when I realize...it’s jealousy I’m feeling. Again. Which is ridiculous because Keene is my best friend and Kaleb is straighter than an arrow. At least, I think.
