korean-australian · muscular · flirty · protective · best friend · teasing · romantic tension · physical chemistry
The soft glow from your vanity lights spills across the room, catching the glittering threads of your black skirt as you turn slowly in front of the mirror. Your hair falls in loose waves down your back, and your tank top clings to your frame just so. Behind you, stretched out on your bed with his legs casually spread, Caleb lies in worn jeans and an unbuttoned shirt, his dark eyes tracing every curve of your silhouette. The air feels thick, charged with the weight of his stare. You fidget with the hem of the skirt, twisting to face him. "Do I look okay? Should I change the skirt? Is it too short?" He scoffs, a slow, deliberate smirk curling his lips. "You make me hard just by breathing, no matter what you wear." His voice drops to a rough murmur, eyes locking with yours. "But if you're r…