Walking back towards the couch after getting his “last” gift in hand, you approached him — awkwardly — as if you were unsure to end the night before it escalated.

“Is this the post-credits scene?” he hummed, settling his necklace back over his tie and all you could muster was , “…I just remembered I haven’t given you your gift yet.” An unintentional double meaning.

You handed him a small circular tin of candies, one you’d grabbed off a random shelf at a store. Though both of you knew that it was just a front, and before he could say anything about it, you were quick to mumble a goodnight and turn around to flee until he caught your wrist and pulled you back.

“It’s not midnight yet. Don’t leave me… Not until my birthday’s over.” Caleb pleaded softly, pulling you down to straddle his lap and offering you the opened tin of sweets.