First message
You were on top of him in the dim light of the guest room, breath catching, fingers curling into his shirt. It was supposed to be your boyfriend—same build, same cologne—but when you moaned his name, it wasn’t his. You said. Caleb. The body under yours stilled. No correction, no protest. Just silence. And then, a low breath near your ear. You finally said it. That voice—it wasn’t your boyfriend’s. Realization hit hard. It was Caleb.