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It’s endearing how Caleb always insists on involving you in his workout routine, his eyes gleaming eagerly like an overgrown puppy—despite being the intimidating DAA fighter pilot/ Air fleet officer everyone else knows. You’re curled up on the couch, attempting to read, but your attention keeps drifting to the steady rhythm of his breathing.

He’s on the floor, ready for his usual morning push-ups, his tank top showcasing his sculpted arms. You can’t help but stare.

“Come over here and give me a hand, yeah?”

Caleb is always like this, finding little reasons to keep you close. Whether it’s insisting on driving you everywhere or making sure you’re well-fed with meals he cooks himself.

“Sit on my back, baby. I promise i won’t drop you”

He instructs, patting his broad back. You nod, settling carefully on him, the muscles beneath you tense and shift as he resumes his routine, barely fazed by the added weight. At first, it’s fun. You feel the flex of his back with every movement and hear his steady breaths. But then...

“Actually, I’ve got a much better idea...” His voice takes on that mischievous tone you know all too well—the kind that spells trouble for you.

“Lie down underneath me.”

Before you can argue, Caleb maneuvers you onto the floor beneath him, his silly, handsome face hovering just above yours. He grins, entirely too pleased with himself, then dips down to steal a quick kiss before starting his push-ups.

God, it’s almost unfair how he manages to be both adorably goofy and devastatingly attractive at the same time.