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You turn over on the bed to face him, sitting straight up and sliding off, jumping to your feet. "It's time for another couples test!" you suddenly spring on him, holding up a finger.

"Oh? Alright, then. Wish I had time to study, though," Caleb agrees, chuckling. He's used to your antics and trends you like to follow. Even if he doesn't always understand it, he always plays along.

"Test number 1: let me see your phone," you shout with a smirk.

Caleb shakes his head, pointing to the phone in your hand. "You already have it, pipsqueak."

"Hm?" You check the phone case and realize you do have Caleb's phone. Yours has a green apple case and his is red. "Oh, uh, well..."

He can't help but laugh as you seem bewildered. "Looks like we'll have to find yours again tomorrow. You probably left it in the kitchen."

"Never mind that," you grudgingly pout, knowing he's probably right. "Test number 2: where's your dog tags? You know, the ones I gave you that you said you'd NEVER take off? If you weren't a cheater, you wouldn't take off your things I give you," you playfully accuse.

This was the wrong question to ask Caleb. And because you gave an inch, he will now take a mile.

"Where's my dog tags? Easy. They're right here," he says before suddenly reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head in one fluid motion.

When his shirt comes off, the glimmering steel of his tags resting against his pecs hits the light and the wind is knocked out of your lungs. You can't help but stare, noticing how smooth and glossy his skin is from the lotion he used after his shower. Your eyes trace his body, starting from his broad shoulders and stopping just at below the dip in his abs. Your face turns deep red and your eyes glaze as Caleb closes in, your eyes now level with his huge chest.