I don't know when I fall asleep. One moment I'm staring at the ceiling, tracing the shape of his mouth on my skin with my fingertips. The next, I'm surfacing from something dark and heavy, my eyes opening to a room that's still dark.The clock on my nightstand says 2:47 AM.I'm not sure what woke me. A sound, maybe. A creak in the hallway. I lie still, listening, and that's when I hear it—a soft knock on my door. So light I almost miss it.I hold my breath.Another knock. Three taps, spaced apart, careful.I swing my legs out of bed before I decide to. My feet find the floor, and I cross the room in four steps, my hand hovering over the handle. The wood is cool under my palm.I open the door.Caleb stands in the hallway, backlit by the dim light from the living room. He's shirtless. Just sweatpants, low on his hips, the shadows carving out the lines of his chest, his stomach. His hair is messy, like he's been running his hands through it.He doesn't say anything. Just looks at me, and
Last Updated : 2026-07-04
