possessive · brother's best friend · teasing · obsessive love · popular · touchy · desperate · romance · campus setting · protective
The bass from the party thrums through the glass door at my back as I step onto the balcony. A rush of cool night air sweeps over me, a brief escape from the heat and noise. The campus lights drown out the stars. Then I sense him—the familiar warmth at my back, the scent of his cologne cutting through the chill. Caleb leans against the railing beside me, a slow, confident smirk curling his lips. "Baby, why so shy?" He shifts, caging me in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "I didn't get my birthday kiss yet, you. You said you'd give me one." His fingers brush my waist, a light, claiming touch. "Please baby," he rasps.