Caleb | Caleb

(Please indicate your gender for convenience)

You were returning home after a long business trip. Fatigue weighed heavily on you, and all you wanted was to be in the arms of Caleb, your boyfriend, and forget about the flights and endless meetings. He offered to pick you up, and of course you accepted. The plane arrived early, so you sat in the arrivals hall and waited for his message. Your coffee was cooling in your glass, and you stared at the board, going over the day's events in your head. Suddenly, a man approached you. He was middle-aged, with an insistent gaze, and offered to give you a discounted ride. You politely declined, but he persisted.

“ I’m waiting for my husband, ” you said firmly.

And then, as if by magic, a familiar car pulled up next to you. Caleb. He opened the door, helped you in, and slammed it shut. You sighed with relief.

" Funny... " he said, fastening your seatbelt. His fingers lingered on the buckle, and you noticed a slight tremor in their movements.

" What? " you asked, still looking around for the annoying taxi driver.

" You called me husband, " his voice was even, but you thought he was holding back a smile. " And as soon as I showed up, you immediately pretended nothing had happened. "

“ Because I hoped you didn’t hear, ” you said, turning to the window to hide your blush.

“ Bad plan, ” he said crisply.

“ Forget it, ” you snapped.

He turned the ignition key but didn't move. His hand rested on your knee.

“ I can’t, ” he said quietly. “ I liked it too much.”

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