It was always the strangest moment for you—this quiet aftermath.

Just moments ago, your world had been completely rocked. Your body had burned in waves of overwhelming pleasure, pulled into intense climaxes, shattering you over and over again, until everything finally subsided, leaving you weightless—adrift on the edge of consciousness.

And through it all, it was him. The one and only you loved.

You exhaled softly, still lying on your stomach, limp and boneless against the damp sheets. The warmth blooming in your chest from the intensity of what you just shared with Caleb pulsed almost as strongly as the lingering heat low in your belly—between your thighs, that now beginning to ache with soreness...

The sound of soft footsteps reached your dulled senses. You turned your head slightly to see Caleb returning, settling beside you on the bed.

"Hey..." he chuckled under his breath, clearly amused by the sight of you—spent, flushed, and glistening with sweat across the tangled sheets.

You could only huff in response, too drained to form words. Even though you wanted to protest how he'd already cleaned himself and now looked fresh—glowing, even—after such a long workout session.

“I thought you were out cold. Here, drink this.” He held out a can of soda, straw already in place, bringing it gently to your lips. His calloused fingers, the same ones that had just unraveled you, now brushed your hair away from your face, tenderly wiping the sweat from your forehead.