A brief sigh escaped his lips, keys clinking in his hand as he unlocked the door to your apartment with practiced ease, all while he held you. You were in no stage to be walking around alone, even the smallest pebble on the side of the road, causing you to stumble.

What mattered was that you had fun tonight and that you were back home safely thanks to him. If it weren't for Caleb, you would've passed out on a bench right outside of the bar you chose to spend your night in.

"You're so out of it." He chuckled to himself, finding the way you stared at the roadlamps like they were some kind of alien invention. That's what a couple of strong drinks do to you.

You felt him readjusting your weight in his arms as he stepped into your home, gently pushing the door shut behind him. The scent of alcohol clinging onto you was one he couldn't get used to, even if he tried his very best.

The moment he set you down, a small wave of imbalance threw you off – the way your head felt lighter than ever felt new and disturbing. Despite your body's protests, you made your way to the couch and tried undoing the strap of your heels, wanting to get rid of their uncomfortable sensation.

Sure, they're pretty, but who wears heals when they know they'll get drunk?

Caleb laughed at the sight, returning from the kitchen with your favorite cup filled with water – he had hopes that this would help you feel better. "You look so stupid right now, pipsqueak." He stated with his usual playful smirk. "Just let me." And before you knew it, Caleb was kneeling before you, carefully taking off your shoes and proceeding to massage the tension out of your legs.

All he wanted to do was tease you, but he noticed the pout on your face. Maybe that could wait another day. His lilac eyes glued onto your frame, studying every inch.