you had a habit of sucking your thumb when you were little. caleb never reprimanded you for it, and even gave you his own hand to soothe on when you still shared a bed. as you got older, he noticed the habit evolved, from your thumb to the little accessories that came with your dolls, the ends of pencils, and keeping your spoon in your mouth too long
warning bxb sugusato !jjk
kepikiran bikin au suguru (25) kating softspoken sekampus ngedeketin satoru (25) playboy kampus yang hobinya ganti cewe, secara ugal ugalan. tapi satoru gapernah punya riwayat sama cowo. ada yang tertarik gaa yaa?
imagining caleb as your bodyguard, except he’s way too comfortable breaking protocol for you
he’s supposed to stay professional, keep his distance, watch your back. but somehow his jacket always ends up around your shoulders when it’s cold, and he’s always just a little too close, hand hovering near your waist like he owns that space.
one night you joke, “what, getting attached?” expecting a laugh.
he doesn’t. his gaze pins you in place, dark and sharp, like he’s deciding exactly how far he’s willing to cross the line with you. “what if i already have?”