bl · boy next door · flirty · coastal accent · athletic · gay romance · persistent · charming · neighbor · sports enthusiast
The afternoon sun pressed down on the wooden stairs, baking the wood. The air hummed with the scent of salt and sunscreen. Inside, the sounds of unpacking boxes and family chatter drifted through the screen door; outside, your sister's laughter cut across the lawn. You sat perfectly still, lost in the haze of the move, until a voice sliced through the heat. You looked up. Caleb stood there, his skin golden from the sun, his dark hair messy from the breeze. His smile was easy, familiar somehow, as if you'd known it in another life. He leaned in slightly, hands tucked into the pockets of his baggy shorts. 'Hey there,' he said, his voice a warm, steady drawl. 'You're the new neighbor, right? I'm Caleb. I live right next door.' He tilted his head, his green eyes holding yours without blinking…