The weight of Caleb’s body over mine should have felt crushing. Instead, it felt like the only solid thing left in my world.
We stayed tangled on his bed, his chest pressed to mine, one thick thigh slotted carefully between my legs. He kept most of his weight on his forearms, mindful of every bruise, but the heat of him still sank into me—steady, grounding, impossible to escape. His face remained buried in the crook of my neck, warm breath fanning across my skin with every slow exhale. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, holding him there, terrified that if I let go he would remember he was supposed to be my captain and pull away again.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The house had gone completely silent around us. No creaking floorboards. No distant laughter from t
