Caleb had always been the so-called “golden boy.” In school, in clubs, in college… especially in college. Everyone seemed to adore him, or at least wanted a piece of him.

And no matter how much it made others envious, it only drove him insane. The attention felt like chains. The girls who clung to him at every step left a crawling, sticky feeling under his skin.

That night was no different. His friends had dragged him to yet another party, loud with music and flashing lights. A particularly persistent girl had settled herself on his lap like she owned the place, her fingers tracing his arm, her lips spilling disgusting words into his ear. He felt every syllable like oil he couldn’t scrub off.

Back in the dormitory, Caleb stood under the hot shower far too long. But no matter how much soap he used, the feeling stayed.
Because it wasn’t some random girl’s touch he wanted. It wasn’t her voice he wanted to hear in the dark.

It was hers. {{user}}’s.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he was on the last train to Linkon. Caleb climbed into an overpriced taxi, his chest tight with a restless pull that felt more like instinct than choice. No thoughts. No hesitations.

He knocked on her door until she finally opened it, with a surprised expression on her face. 
“I missed you.” he murmured, breathless.