Ethan lay restless in bed, tossing and turning as frustration built inside him. Sleep was nowhere in sight.
He finally sat up with a sigh. "Damn it." He muttered. "Why do I even care where he is or what he's doing? It's not my business. He can be with whoever he wants." His voice was bitter, but it didn't ease the ache.
His eyes drifted to his phone on the bedside table. His fingers reached out, then hesitated. "I shouldn't call him." He whispered.
But his mind wouldn't let go. Images of Alex being sweet with Caroline stirred something sharp and jealous in his chest. Before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed the phone and hit call.
Alex picked up right away. "Hello? Ethan?"
Ethan's heart was pounding. For a moment, he couldn't speak.
"Ethan? You there?"
He swallowed hard. "
