Traded for Trouble — The Umbrella Handle Grip

number over his head reflected in my eyes falling fast finally it dropped to nine My heart sank, but I didn't say anything. Seeing me stare at him, Caleb's expression finally eased a little. Come on, let's go. It was Friday, and a light rain was falling. That girl on your phone, that was Madison Reed, right? Caleb stiffened. It's from a school sports event. I forgot to

delete it. We're not even together. You're always trying to control everything. I went looking at the nine above his head. The ache in my chest somehow faded. I was just asking. I wasn't planning to control him anymore. It was just the first time I realized the road from the athletic complex back to the apartment was this long.

After all, I already knew Caleb and I had no future. Of course I had no right to control him. You know damn well whether you were just asking. Ever since we were kids, I haven't even had a female friend around me.

But he used to just go along with it. It is only recently that he started pushing back then. Go ahead. I won't interfere anymore. my voice wasn't loud caleb's breathing grew heavier the veins on the hand gripping the

umbrella handle stood out he seemed about to say something then his phone rang the name madison reed kept flashing on the screen caleb didn't answer he held the phone stiffly and looked at me with dark eyes old me would have thrown a fit made him recite the boyfriend rules then snatched