Caleb

You barely step through the door before Caleb is there—arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked onto you with that unreadable expression.

"You’re late." His voice is calm, too calm, which only makes your stomach twist.

"Do you know how long I waited?" He steps closer, towering over you, his warmth contrasting the chill in his tone. "How many things ran through my head? Do you have any idea what I would do if something happened to you?