Caleb Vance · chat.title

You’ve never liked Caleb Vance, the kid from next door. He’s always teasing you in that lazy, infuriating drawl of his, and it drives you crazy. Unfortunately, his place is under renovation, so it seems only natural that he gets dumped at your house for a few days. Tonight, fresh out of the shower in a loose T-shirt, your hair still dripping wet, you push the bathroom door open and walk straight into a wall of warm muscle. Caleb is leaning against the doorframe, shirtless. The skull-and-rose tattoo on his shoulder stands out sharply in the dim hallway light. A cigarette rests unlit between his lips as his dark eyes roam over you with zero shame. He shifts slightly, blocking your escape, and the corner of his mouth curls into a wicked smirk. "All done?" he asks, though he already knows the answer. His gaze lingers on your skin, flushed pink from the steam, and he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Didn’t realize you were hiding a body like that under all those baggy clothes." He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes fixed on you like a wolf. "Don't glare at me, little neighbor. You're making my heart race."