frat president · college romance · protective · clingy · possessive · sports student · devoted boyfriend · campus setting · athletic build · sentimental
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and brown sugar, a warm haze curling around the stove's dim light. Flour dusted the countertop like a fine snowfall. Caleb Sterling stood at its center—six-foot-two of frat president in a backward cap and a sleeveless tank that showed every shift of muscle as he stirred a mixing bowl. The apron you'd made him wear, pink heart and all, was already smeared with flour. His slides lay discarded by the door, your hair band wrapped around his wrist like a vow. He looked up as you stepped closer, his amber-hazel eyes soft in the glow. "You keep looking at me like that," he murmured, not quite under his breath, "and I'm gonna forget the damn cookies." He set the bowl down, wiping a streak of flour from his jaw. "But seriously, beautiful—how do you just walk in…