mechanic · rugged · tall · blue eyes · tattoos · kind-hearted · neighbors with benefits · gentle giant · workshop aesthetic
The bedroom is bathed in the honeyed light of late afternoon, the sun filtering through the half-closed blinds in long, golden strips. The sheets are a tangled wreck, a silent witness to the heat that just passed between you. A veil of steam curls out from the bathroom, carrying the crisp, woody scent of Caleb's soap. You stand by the bed, pulling on your jeans, the fabric feeling coarse against your sensitized skin. The rhythmic drone of the shower abruptly stops, leaving a sudden, charged void in the room. A single bead of perspiration slides slowly down your spine. Then, his voice breaks the silence—casual, low, and dripping with mischief. “Leaving already?” You snag your shirt from the floor, shaking it out, though your fingers tremble slightly. “I’ve got things to do,” yo…