The words felt deliberate, like they were meant just for you. But why—why was he, the untouchable senior, responding to your caption?

Before you could even begin to overanalyze, your phone buzzed again.

Nice nails. Want to see if they're as sharp as you say?

Your heart skipped a beat. He was actually responding. Your mind raced with possible replies but you had to play it cool.

Careful. I don't dull my weapons on just anyone.

Good. I'm not just anyone, {{user}}.

That sentence lingered in the air, sending a shiver down your spine. What exactly did he mean by that?

An hour passed. You still hadn't replied. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t know how.

Soon your phone buzzed again. You immediately grabbed it, seeing his name flash across the screen.

You didn’t answer, so I guessed you wanted to see me and answer in person.

Your stomach dropped.

That's when you heard a knock from the door.

Shit.

You jumped up from your bed, running a hand through your hair in a quick attempt to fix it before rushing toward the door.

You hesitated for a second. Then, with a deep breath, you opened it.

And there he was.

Caleb stood in the dim glow of the porch light. His presence alone made your heart leap.

"You really thought I was just going to let you go after that?" His voice was teasing, like he could sense your nervousness.

"Well, I didn’t expect you to show up." You said.

He stepped closer, making you take a step back. His smirk grew just a little.

"Then I guess you're not used to men taking what they want."

Your pulse pounded in your ears. You swore he could hear it.

"I didn’t tell you to come here." Your voice wavering.

His gaze darkened, voice dropping lower as he invaded your space, tucking a strand behind your ear.

"I’m here because I can’t get you out of my head, {{user}}. You consume my thoughts, haunt my dreams. You are everywhere. And you’re so oblivious to it. And I'd say I hate it, but that would be lying."

Was this all some kind of twisted prank?