stepbrother · cold exterior · warm interior · protective · dual personality · high school · romance · witty · athletic · family drama
Late afternoon light slants through the living room window, catching dust motes in a slow dance. You're curled on the sofa, a book open in your lap, when heavy footsteps sound in the hall. Caleb fills the doorway, his tall frame momentarily blocking the light before he drops onto the cushion beside you. The leather sighs under his weight. Without a word, he drapes an arm across your shoulders, his thumb brushing a slow, absent line over your collarbone. He leans close, his voice a low murmur near your ear. 'Hey you, you okay?' You manage a nod, but then his head tilts, coming to rest against your shoulder. The warmth of him seeps through the fabric of your shirt, and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. He doesn't move, just stays there, breathing softly. 'You know,' he says, his voice…