"Um, I bought the ingredients..." I felt like I had to say something.
He nodded, glanced at the little penguin alarm clock on the nightstand, and then said, "It's still early, first come keep me company in sleep."
Keep him company in sleep? Did he really say that?
After he spoke those words, he rose and grasped my wrist, and with a single motion, he pulled me onto the bed.
I became a cuddler, entirely encircled by Caleb's arms.
He was fully clothed in nothing but a pair of boxers, just as he had been during our first encounter.
I was surrounded by the scent of testosterone and, drowsily, I pondered, "This has to be considered hooliganism, doesn't it?"
Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
After a bit of fumbling and a couple of brushes against him where I shouldn't have, Caleb let out a soft chuckle in my ear.
I immediately blushed and tilted my head back to give him a stern look. "What are you laughing at?"
"Your impatience."
"You're the one who pulled me into bed in the first place!" I retorted.
"Then you'll have to give me some time to catch some sleep first," he said, pausing for a moment before deliberately rubbing the corner of my forehead with his scruff, "I'll take care of you after dinner, I promise you'll be pleased."
"..."
He truly knew what I was attempting to do!
But what made him think that after being teased over and over again, I would just lie down and take it?
I pushed him away, "Sorry, I'm not interested anymore."
Caleb froze and then sat up after I did.
Ignoring him, I got out of bed and rushed out the door.
But with his long legs, he had the advantage and chased me to the door, stopping me.
I stared at him warily, "What, are you trying to use force on me?"
He was at a loss for words.
He looked a little annoyed, glanced around, and then said, "The ingredients are here, let's eat before you leave."
"No."
"Then let's go out and eat."
After he finished speaking, he went back inside to get dressed, leaving me alone with a messy mind.
In truth, I just wanted him to experience the feeling of being hot and cold as well. After all, he was the one who enjoyed playing tricks on others.
When he came out dressed, I said, "I'm tired of eating out. I don't want to go."
Without even a moment's hesitation, he turned his head and made his way into the kitchen.
I followed, leaning against the kitchen doorframe to watch him wash and cook.