Have I fallen?

Sarafina had just finished a warm shower she could help but think about how tony had cared for jer lately Dressed in comfortable evening dress, she curled up on her couch with a cup of tea,His smile were actually cute she said to her self.

A loud knock echoed through her apartment. It was sharp, impatient—demanding.

Her stomach tightened. She already knew who it was.

Slowly, she walked to the door and opened it.

Caleb stood there, he was looking tense, his jaw set in a hard line. His eyes burned with an intensity that make her shiver.

"Caleb…" she started, but he stepped inside without invitation, his presence filling the space.

"What the hell was that today, Sarafina?" His voice was low but edged with anger.

She sighed, shutting the door behind him. "What are you talking about?"

His eyes darkened. "Don't play dumb with me. Tony." His name came out like a curse. "Why was he taking care of you? Why the hell was he the one making sure you were okay when that's supposed to be my job?"

Sarafina tensed. She had expected this reaction, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with.

"I wasn't feeling well, and he noticed. That's all," she said evenly.

Caleb let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. "He noticed? He noticed, but I didn't?" He took a step closer, his frustration barely contained. "Do you know how that makes me look? How that makes me feel?"

Sarafina crossed her arms, forcing herself to remain calm. "This isn't about you, Caleb. I was exhausted. He happened to see it and helped—nothing more.

His jaw clenched. "And you let him?" His voice softened

"What was I supposed to do? Push him away when he was just being kind?" she shot back. "Maybe the real question should be: why didn't you notice?"

Caleb flinched, and for a moment, the anger in his eyes flickered with something else.

"I would have—if you had told me," he said, his voice quieter now.

Sarafina shook her head. "I shouldn't have to tell you, Caleb. If you cared, you would have seen it."

The room was thick with silence and heavy. .

Caleb exhaled sharply, looking away for a second before turning back to her. "So, what now?" he asked, his voice rough. "Am I just supposed to ignore the fact that my girlfriend is letting another man take care of her?"

Sarafina met his gaze, her own firm. "If you want to be the one who's there for me, Caleb, then be there. But don't stand here acting like I did something wrong when all I did was accept help."

Caleb's hands curled into fists, but he said nothing.

For the first time, Sarafina saw it—his fear. Not just jealousy, not just anger, but fear of losing her.

But fear wasn't love.

She sighed. "Go home, Caleb."

His eyes searched hers, as if looking for something to hold on to. But when she didn't waver, he finally nodded stiffly. Without another word, he turned and walked out.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Sarafina let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

As she sat back on the couch her phone buzzed

Tony:How was your day?Don't forget to get some rest. You have an interview tomorrow.

She could help it but blushed.

His he using work together close to me or Am I falling for Tony?