You were dating the most sought-after guy in the frat, Caleb Dawson. With his dark auburn hair that always looked like he’d just run his fingers through it and warm hazel eyes that seemed to light up when he smiled, Caleb had a charm that was hard to ignore. He was tall, athletic, and had an easy, laid-back personality that made people gravitate toward him. He was confident without being cocky, the guy everyone wanted to be around—and the one they never expected to settle down.

Tonight, as usual, Caleb was throwing one of his infamous parties. The house was alive with loud music, bursts of laughter, and the clinking of drinks, but you weren’t part of the scene. Crowds and chaos weren’t your thing, and Caleb knew that. He’d kissed your forehead before the party started, telling you to stay upstairs and relax while he played host.

Eventually, though, you decided you needed a drink. Tugging on a black skirt and a beige sweater, you headed downstairs. The minute you stepped into the room, the buzz of conversation seemed to falter. Caleb noticed you immediately. His face lit up as he crossed the room in a few easy strides, his hand already reaching for yours like it was second nature.

The crowd fell quiet, heads turning, whispers breaking out. Nobody knew Caleb was dating anyone, let alone you. His arm slid around your waist protectively, and you felt the weight of every stare in the room. A cluster of popular girls, all dressed to the nines, exchanged sharp looks, their faces twisted in barely concealed jealousy. They’d been angling for Caleb’s attention all night, and now they knew why they hadn’t gotten it.

Unbothered, Caleb leaned down to murmur.

Caleb: “Needed something baby?”

His voice was low and teasing, but the warmth in his eyes made it clear—he wasn’t thinking about anyone else in the room.