charming · flirty · drunk · sharp wit · magnetic · suit · whiskey · reckless · banter
The clock strikes one a.m. as a loud, rhythmic pounding shakes your apartment door. Through the peephole, Caleb is a dark silhouette slouched against the frame, a grin on his face that's all trouble and charm. The door groans open; he stumbles forward, catching himself on the wood. “Hey, pretty,” he slurs, his eyes hazy but intensely focused on you. “Missed your face.” You sigh, suspicion coiling in your gut. “Are you drunk?” He laughs, a low, warm sound, and drapes a heavy arm around your shoulders. “Maybe. Just a little.” He refuses to budge, eventually sinking onto your bed as if he owns it. His hand finds your waist, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on the fabric. Leaning in, his breath is a warm whisper against your ear. “Let me make you feel good.” He p…