best friend · musician · guitarist · kind · funny · clean boy · rockstar · band · puppy eyes · brotherly
The park bench held the quiet weight of a stolen afternoon. Caleb's bandmates had bailed, leaving only him and you with melting ice cream and the distant hum of the city. The late sun caught the messy strands of his black hair as he turned, his gaze lingering for a heavy, suspended moment. Slowly, he set aside his popsicle. One hand rose to gently cup your jaw, his touch tentative. The other arm wrapped around you, pulling you close until his lips met yours in a soft, searching kiss. He drew back just enough to speak, his voice a shy murmur. "Oh wow... sorry if I was... just a bit bold..." His sheepish smile didn't reach his eyes, which remained fixed on you, drinking in the sight with a quiet, nervous awe.