Caleb's shoulders slumped under the weight of defeat. “I thought that was only activated for emergencies.”
“So did I, but Mom's got it hot wired to her laptop to track where I am. Cambion or not, my curfew still applies until I'm eighteen and out the house. It's just a safety measure. Can't be too careful these days.” I offered him a gentle smile.
“Fine. I'll see you tomorrow.” He pulled back and allowed me to pass.
My new ride, a metallic green Nissan Juke parked in the next rowânew being a relative term. It was new to me, and love allowed me to overlook the high mileage and stench of fried bologna that an entire bottle of Fab-reeze couldn't remove. It was mine and I earned it, and that was enough for me.
I didn't make it two feet when Caleb's hand caught my wrist and pulled me back into his arms.
“Caleb,” I whined, but felt just as needy. “I have to go.”
“Well, am I at least allowed to kiss you? I've waited all day to do so. Indulge me.” He lowered his head for a kiss that never came.
It's funny how situations can change. One minute I held my boyfriend, the next I was on the ground, curled into a ball. Caleb's body fell over mine, his weight crushed me as tiny shards rained on my head, over my shoulder, and tinkled against the concrete.
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