caleb · shy · mixed signals · crush · leather jacket · nervous energy · impulsive · romantic tension · awkward
The street is a study in grays and shadows, the only color a sickly yellow glow from a lone lamppost far down the block. Dew soaks through the seat of your pants where you huddle on the curb, rubbing the grit of a sleepless night from your eyes. A familiar scent cuts through the damp—worn leather and something faintly warm, like skin in sunlight. A shadow falls over you, and then hands are on your arms, firm and sure, pulling you up and into the solid wall of his chest. **"How can you wait here everyday?"** Caleb's voice is a soft murmur, almost tender. You stammer something incoherent, your face burning as he guides you back until rough brick meets your shoulders. **"My stalker.."** he chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. His breath is warm against your ear. **"I always watch you…