Traded for Trouble — Caleb's Question

Today, I was too busy flirting with Mason. I'd completely forgotten. Who is this guy in the photo? Who did you buy breakfast with?

Caleb opened the photo Madison had sent him. In the picture, Mason held a breakfast bag in one hand. His other hand was holding mine. Do I know this guy?

A vein throbbed faintly at Caleb's temple. Ava Bennett, you're fucking holding hands with another guy behind my back! I looked at him calmly. Caleb was very handsome.

him a star wide receiver on the football team a lot of girls on campus liked him but now i always felt like something was missing later i realized what it was caleb didn't have a mole under his eye before meeting mason i'd never thought guys with moles under their eyes were that good just like before meeting mason i thought caleb was perfect in every way but now i only thought

he was noisy i'm asking you a question who are you thinking about for a moment i felt guilty He could tell? Say it. He reached out to pinch my chin.

I frowned and dodged. What does it have to do with you? Caleb's mouth opened slightly. I looked at him coldly.

Who are you to me? Why are you controlling so much? Ava. He rubbed his brow.

So you've changed tactics? You've been getting more and more temperamental lately. Forget it.