Caleb’s Apartment
9:32 PM
Ding-dong, ding-dong…
Ding-dong, ding-dong…
The persistent sound of the doorbell woke me up. I had drifted off, exhausted from the marathon of intensity brought on by the person sleeping soundly beside me, seemingly oblivious to the world.
I lifted his arm off my waist and went to scavenge for some of his clothes to wear. My own outfit was a total wreck, thanks to his handiwork.
Ding-dong, ding-dong…
The doorbell wouldn't stop. I didn't know why someone was pressing it so frantically, acting as if it were a life-or-death emergency.
"Where’s Caleb?" the woman in front of me asked the moment I opened the door. She looked used to seeing women coming and going from this room. She didn't even seem to care who I was.
Oh, right! I forgot that Caleb doesn't belon
