Caleb strode into the kitchen, his towel-clad physique drawing Monica’s gaze. She sipped her coffee, her eyes locked on his, irritation simmering beneath her surface. Caleb smirked, aware of her attention, and teased her about ogling his body. Monica’s face flushed, but she refused to acknowledge his jab.
As Caleb drank water from the fridge, his seductive gaze never left Monica’s face. She grew increasingly uncomfortable, her eyes darting away, but Caleb’s taunting grin held her attention. Caleb smirked, aware of her attention, and teased her about ogling his body.
“Still can’t resist me, Monica?” Caleb said, his voice dripping with confidence.
Monica’s face flushed, but she refused to acknowledge his jab.
“Caleb, put on some clothes,” she snapped, her eyes darting away.
Caleb chuck
