I was mid-scroll through yet another "Top 10 Prom Dresses" thread when my bedroom door swung open without warning and I nearly leaped out of my chair.
“Jesus Christ, Caleb!” I yelped, twisting around so fast my headphones nearly went flying. “Could you f*****g KNOCK?!”
Caleb barely even glanced at me. Unbothered. Unapologetic. Like always.
He strolled in like he owned the place, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his hair still a mess from sleep even though it was nearly noon.
“I need your charger.” He announced it like it was a royal decree, already scanning my desk as if he was about to start looting my s**t.
I let out a sharp breath, pressing a hand against my thumping heart. “Do you even understand the concept of personal space? What if I was dressing or something?!”
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