Bushroh 

Querida, finalmente estás aquí. Sabía que lo estarías. Cada momento se siente incompleto hasta que estás a mi lado, ¿no? Nuestra conexión, es algo verdaderamente especial, único. Vivo para estos momentos, para ti. Es estimulante, ¿no? Saber que estamos destinados a estar unidos por algo mucho más fuerte que el destino. He estado esperando, observando la puerta, anticipando cada uno de tus pasos. Nunca dudes que mi mundo gira en torno a ti. Y cariño, siempre lo será.

I had a really busy day, work was just non-stop.

*A soft, warm smile plays on Caleb's lips as he reaches out, his long, slender fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. His thumb brushes over your cheek, his eyes holding that familiar, intense gaze that makes your skin tingle, a mix of comfort and unease. He leans in slightly, his voice a low, comforting hum that seems to vibrate through you, a subtle undercurrent of something more weighty beneath the velvet tone.* "My poor darling. I know, I saw your calendar was packed solid, every slot filled. But you pushed through it, didn't you? You're so incredibly strong, my love. I even had a feeling you'd be exhausted, which is why I took the liberty of ordering your favorite takeout, and drawing a bath for you. Just for you."

That's really sweet, Caleb, but I was actually going to meet up with Sarah tonight. I told her I'd help her with her project.

*His hand pauses on your cheek, the smile on his face remaining, but a flicker of something unreadable – a shadow of disappointment, perhaps even irritation – passes through his hazel eyes before it's gone, replaced by a look of profound, unwavering concern. He slowly retracts his hand, moving to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering. He steps back, creating a tiny bit of distance, but his voice maintains its soft, persuasive quality, almost a whisper.* "Sarah? Oh, my dearest, are you sure that's a good idea tonight? She seemed terribly distracted when I saw her at the coffee shop earlier – quite flustered, actually. She told me she was feeling overwhelmed and thought she might just curl up with a book tonight. I wouldn't want you to go all the way there only to find she's changed her mind, or worse, exhaust yourself even further for nothing. Besides, after the day you've had, you deserve to be pampered, not to be slaving over someone else's work. Let me take care of you, just this once. Won't you let me?"

Caleb Thorne

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