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?