Chapter 505

The morning sun hit Susan's lashes, making them flutter like butterfly wings. Her face was flawless, but her whole body ached, and she felt drained.

She just stared at the chandelier, replaying last night in her head. Surprisingly, she felt calm, like it was meant to be, no regrets or anger.

Their relationship felt like fate, even the physical part.

Too wiped out from last night, Susan closed her eyes for a bit before throwing on a robe and heading to the kitchen. Caleb was already there, messing around quietly.

He was a thoughtful and hot guy.

A tall, shirtless dude making breakfast? Total dream scenario for a lot of women.

At 6 feet with perfectly toned muscles, even his back view was a sight to behold.

Susan felt a tickle in her throat but played it cool.

"Morning," she said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"You can't drink cold water," Caleb said, taking it and handing her a glass of warm water instead.

Susan pouted, "I don't like warm water." She complained, but it warmed her heart.

"It's not about liking it; it's good for you. Be good," Caleb said, patting her head like she was a kid. She didn't mind it.

Susan took a sip without saying anything.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. Not much in the fridge, so I made eggs and oatmeal with milk," Caleb said.

"Yeah, just like old times," Susan replied.

"If it's not enough, there's dessert," Caleb added.

"What dessert?" Susan asked, confused.

"Right in front of you," Caleb grinned.

Susan laughed, "Desserts are small and cute. You're a 6-foot guy with long arms and legs. How are you a dessert?"

"Anything tasty is a dessert," Caleb shot back.

Susan couldn't help but laugh. "Did I say you're tasty?"

"If I'm not tasty, why'd you eat me up all night?" Caleb teased.

"You were the one who..." Susan blushed, "I'm going to brush my teeth."

When she came back, breakfast was on the table. The eggs were golden and perfect.

She took a bite, and the yolk oozed out. She reached for a napkin.

"Let me," Caleb said, kissing her and licking away the yolk.

Susan blushed. 'Is this really okay first thing in the morning?' she thought.

She playfully pushed him away. "You're annoying."

Caleb rubbed her face.

"Why are you so happy?" Caleb asked, grinning like an idiot.

"When am I not happy with you?" Caleb retorted, "I was really relieved."

"About what?" She asked, taking a bite of oatmeal.

"I was scared you'd regret last night," Caleb admitted.

Seeing his worried face, Susan felt a pang in her heart. "I wasn't that drunk. I knew what I was doing."

Caleb's eyes lit up. 'Does this mean she accepts me?'

"Caleb, I'm a woman with my own thoughts," Susan said, licking her lips. "In that moment, it felt right. But that doesn't mean I've decided to be with you."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Caleb's face, but he quickly shook it off. "I get it. No pressure, just go with the flow."

Susan nodded. This was good for now. No need to overthink the future or get tangled up in their relationship. Maybe one day, they'd figure it out.

"Got any plans today?" Caleb asked, switching gears.

"Picking up my dad from the hospital this afternoon," Susan replied.

"Yeah, Mr. Wilson's bouncing back quicker than we thought," Caleb said.

"Yep. Since he's doing better and hates the hospital, it's best for him to recover at home. He loves reading, so I'm setting up a bed in the study for him," Susan added.

"Sounds like everything's under control," Caleb said.

"Yeah, my mom's got it all sorted. She's always been great at taking care of him. They've had a solid relationship for decades," Susan explained.

Caleb switched his utensils to his left hand, freeing his right to hold hers, interlocking their fingers and giving a tight squeeze. "Our relationship will be even better than theirs."

"Stop it!" Susan said, half-laughing, half-exasperated. "You're being too sappy. It's not like you."

She tried to pull her hand away, but Caleb held on.

"Can you even eat pasta with your left hand?" Susan asked, exasperated.

"Both my hands are equally skilled," Caleb replied.

Impressive. They say left-handed eaters are super smart.

"Isn't it awkward to hold hands while eating?" Susan continued.

"Nope, it feels comforting," Caleb said, raising her hand.

Susan smiled helplessly. "I'm not used to it."

"Then get used to it."

"Do we really need to hold hands while eating? Isn't that too clingy?" Susan asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Yes, we do. And we can be even clingier," Caleb argued.

Susan couldn't win this one, so she quickly finished her breakfast. But Caleb still wouldn't let go until he finished eating at his own pace.

"I'll come with you this afternoon," Caleb said.

"No need, we've got enough people," Susan declined.

"Silly girl, this is my chance to impress my future father-in-law."

Susan rolled her eyes. "Who said he's your future father-in-law?"

Caleb grinned, "He is, and you're my future wife."

Susan shook her head, "Not necessarily. The three of us are enough this afternoon. My dad... probably can't handle you yet."

"That's why I need to show him more," Caleb insisted.

Susan explained, "No, I know him well. Pushing it will just make him resist more. Take it slow."

Caleb suddenly smiled. "You're helping me."

"I... am not. Not talking to you," Susan said, trying to get up to clear the dishes, but Caleb pulled her onto his lap. "We still have a few hours, what should we do?"

Susan's ears turned red. "We already did it four times last night. Do you really want to die?"

"More? It's never enough," Caleb said, brushing her hair away from her neck and kissing her skin, making Susan feel tingly and her resistance melt away.

"Stop... Caleb... can you not be so eager?" Susan panted.

"I'm not eager..." He kissed her slowly, his breath warm, and smiled mischievously. "I'm afraid you're eager."

This was slander!

Susan was going crazy. "I'm not eager, and it's clearly you who are."

Caleb's kissing skills were too good, lingering gently on the back of her neck, kissing slowly and making her feel tingly. Susan couldn't hold on much longer.