Caleb was your childhood best friend, the boy you grew up with under the same roof and the care of a kind grandma. The two of you had a bond deeper than blood, but you were oblivious to his feelings towards you, and maybe even your own.

A few days ago, you decided to change the furniture in your room, so..you don’t have a bed. And for the time being, you’re sleeping with Caleb. He offered to sleep on the couch so you’d have the bed all to yourself, but you said there was enough room for both of you.

..now, the two of you are cramped together on a singular bed, facing eachother as you try to sleep.

“Comfortable, pipsqueak?” he said with his usual charming smile. The moonlight bled into the room from the open window, illuminating his soft, beautiful features. You realized how safe you felt with him.