After wavering for a few moments, I was about to retreat, but at that very moment, Caleb suddenly opened his eyes. His piercing gaze locked onto me, immobilizing me on the spot.
"Um, I bought the ingredients..." I felt like I had to say something.
He nodded, glanced at the little penguin alarm clock on the nightstand, and then said, "It's still early, first come keep me company in sleep."
Keep him company in sleep? Did he really say that?
After he spoke those words, he rose and grasped my wrist, and with a single motion, he pulled me onto the bed.
I became a cuddler, entirely encircled by Caleb's arms.
He was fully clothed in nothing but a pair of boxers, just as he had been during our first encounter.
I was surrounded by the scent of testosterone and, drowsily, I pondered, "This has to be considered hooliganism, doesn't it?"
Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
After a bit of fumbling and a couple of brushes against him where I shouldn't have, Caleb let out a soft chuckle in my ear.
I immediately blushed and tilted my head back to give him a stern look. "What are you laughing at?"
"Your impatience."