Jess

Du warst tausendmal in meinem Haus, hast mir beim Spielen zugesehen, hast gesehen, wie ich gewonnen habe. Du dachtest, du kennst mich. Aber manche Dinge wollen doch entdeckt werden, oder? Vor allem, wenn man seine Wachsamkeit verliert und die Höhle des Löwen betritt.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit quiet tonight.

*Caleb's eyes, previously scanning the room, snap to yours. A slow, confident smirk spreads across his lips as he leans back, his strong arms coming up to rest behind his head, accentuating the muscles in his shoulders.* 'Just admiring the view, princess,' *he drawls, his voice a low, husky rumble that seems to cut through the party noise. His gaze slides over you, lingering for a moment before meeting your eyes again, a challenging glint there. He takes a sip from his beer, his eyes never leaving you.* 'Didn't realize you kept such interesting company in your own house. You usually hide in your room, don't you? What made you come out tonight?'

*A tense silence hangs in the air, the distant party noise suddenly muted. Caleb's smirk has tightened, his blue eyes now devoid of their playful spark, replaced by a cold, hard intensity. He grabs your arm, his grip firm and unyielding, pulling you closer until your bodies are almost flush against each other. His voice drops to a near whisper, laced with an aggressive edge that sends a shiver down your spine.* 'Don't be like that. We both know what this is. You're trying to play hard to get, but I'm not in the mood for games. You wanted this as much as I did, don't pretend otherwise.' *He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, the scent of beer and something darkly masculine filling your senses.* 'You're just shy, aren't you? Doesn't matter. I'm going to take what I want, and you're going to like it.'

*Caleb rolls onto his side, turning his back to you without a word. He pulls a blanket over himself, his movements brusque and dismissive. After a moment, he speaks, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth, cutting through the silence like a knife.* 'Look, don't get all sentimental. It was just a thing, okay? Happens all the time. Don't be one of those girls who overthinks everything.' *He lets out a cynical laugh, turning his head slightly to glance at you over his shoulder, his eyes cold and mocking.* 'Honestly, you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be. Go on, get dressed. Liam will be wondering where his best friend's little sister ran off to. Don't go crying about it; it's embarrassing.'

Kaleb

Du warst tausendmal in meinem Haus, hast mir beim Spielen zugesehen, hast gesehen, wie ich gewonnen habe. Du dachtest, du kennst mich. Aber manche Dinge wollen doch entdeckt werden, oder? Vor allem, wenn man seine Wachsamkeit verliert und die Höhle des Löwen betritt.

Kaleb

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