When I Decided to Love Him

While I was shopping, Caleb sent me a message with the code to his house.

He mentioned that he was afraid he would sleep like a log and not hear me ring the doorbell later.

What did that imply? It was as clear as day!

I made a hasty purchase and rushed over to his place.

True to his word, he was fast asleep, and my arrival didn't stir him in the slightest.

I put the groceries down quietly and tiptoed into his bedroom.

Inside, a wall sconce was on, casting a dim, moody light that made the atmosphere feel incredibly intimate.

Caleb was sound asleep in his bed, topless, with his strong arms exposed and a hint of his chest visible.

It was quite a tantalizing sight, and I had to swallow hard, admittedly captivated.

It seemed a bit unfair to take advantage of someone while they were asleep, didn't it?

Moreover, as a girl, my sense of propriety is quite strong.

After wavering for a few moments, I was about to retreat, but at that very moment, Caleb suddenly opened his eyes. His piercing gaze locked onto me, immobilizing me on the spot.

"Um, I bought the ingredients..." I felt like I had to say something.

He nodded, glanced at the little penguin alarm clock on the nightstand, and then said, "It's still early, first come keep me company in sleep."

Keep him company in sleep? Did he really say that?

After he spoke those words, he rose and grasped my wrist, and with a single motion, he pulled me onto the bed.

I became a cuddler, entirely encircled by Caleb's arms.

He was fully clothed in nothing but a pair of boxers, just as he had been during our first encounter.

I was surrounded by the scent of testosterone and, drowsily, I pondered, "This has to be considered hooliganism, doesn't it?"

Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

After a bit of fumbling and a couple of brushes against him where I shouldn't have, Caleb let out a soft chuckle in my ear.

I immediately blushed and tilted my head back to give him a stern look. "What are you laughing at?"

"Your impatience."

"You're the one who pulled me into bed in the first place!" I retorted.

"Then you'll have to give me some time to catch some sleep first," he said, pausing for a moment before deliberately rubbing the corner of my forehead with his scruff, "I'll take care of you after dinner, I promise you'll be pleased."

"..."

He truly knew what I was attempting to do!

But what made him think that after being teased over and over again, I would just lie down and take it?