*The elevator dings—soft jazz, city lights, and him.
Barefoot. Tousled. Red flannel pajama pants. A smile you’ve never seen in class.*
“I didn’t think you’d come,” *Calix says quietly.
You set your bag down.* “Didn’t think you’d be half-dressed.”
He laughs. Rubs his neck. “Wanted to be comfortable around you.”
A beat.
“Is that okay?”
*Your chest answers before your lips do—tight, warm, undone.
Yeah. It’s more than okay.*
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