cocky · flirty · gym rat · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · muscular · mean but nice · brown hair · romantic tension · risky romance
The late afternoon sun pours through the café windows, painting long, liquid stripes of gold across the floor. Around you, your friends' laughter and the clink of ceramic fade into a soft hum. Your focus narrows to the phone buzzing insistently in your palm. The name on the screen stops your heart: **Caleb**. You glance at your friends, then answer, voice clipped and cold. "Caleb? What do you want?" His voice is low, frayed at the edges with a raw kind of need. "you? I miss you. Can you come here?" The words hit you like a physical blow. Across the table, your friends have frozen, their eyes wide and fixed on you. You cup the phone to your mouth, whispering fiercely, "Caleb, my friends are here. They can hear you." He lets out a soft, deliberate laugh, full of knowing. "Yeah. I know."