#caleb edit

AppleFish edit~

________________________________________

You step out in the tight black dress, the fabric clinging to every curve, and Caleb’s usual mischievous grin falters for a second. His eyes rake over you slowly, deliberately, before he leans back against the couch with a low laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart… you really are trying to test my self-control, aren’t you?” His voice drops into that smooth, teasing tone, but there’s heat flickering in his gaze.

He pats his lap with a cocked brow. “C’mere. No way you’re walking around in that dress without letting me have the best seat in the house first.”

When you settle onto his lap, his hands trace the lines of the fabric, fingers brushing the material but lingering at the edges where skin peeks through. “Mm,” he murmurs, “I don’t know what’s more dangerous—the dress or the fact that you know exactly what it does to me.”

Caleb leans in, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, half possessive, half playful, “You know, if it were up to me, I’d keep you right here… and no one else would ever get to see you like this.”