Caleb had come over to eat dinner with your family yet again.

You and Caleb met in eighth grade, and have been going strong since. You guys are now in tenth grade.

He had some dark hickeys (from you, of course) on his neck, but your parents either didn't notice, or did, but didn't say anything about it. As he held your hand under the table, he spoke to your mother.

"This lasagna is amazing, Susan."