Casual Sabotage

Chapter One

Daylight woke me up on the cold Saturday morning; the sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, the different rays casting their golden hue down over myself and the sleeping young man beside me. I yawned and stretched, feeling that euphoric release of endorphins rush through my veins, soon rolling over and facing the man that I loved.

"Wake up." I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His nose crinkled at the tickling of my morning stubble. "Babe, it's morning."

"Five more minutes." Caleb grumbled tiredly, turning over away from me and taking half of the comforter with him.

"You always say that," I chuckled, scooting closer to him and wrapping him up in my arms, dotting multiple kisses to his cheek and shoulder.

I studied his features in closer detail: dirty blonde, curly hair that held the colour of the sun, blue eyes as deep and as mesmerising as the ocean waves, a jawline as sharp as a knife and lips that were as sweet as a Hershey's Kiss. He was handsome – no, I'm not being biased when saying that – and even now, after three whole years together, I couldn't get over how lucky I was.

I'd met Caleb during my final year at college. What started off as a great friendship soon blossomed into a relationship that had brightened my days and brought me out of a deep depression that I had found myself in. Now graduated and working at an accounting agency, we had been living together for a year, and it was safe to say that I was unbelievably happy with him.

I nestled my face into the curve of his neck, breathing in the touch of his skin against mine. Inhaling the cologne that lingered on his chest, I smiled when the man finally opened his eyes and locked them onto my face. His lips were plump and held a slight smile in the corners. Leaning down, I peppered gentle kisses to his chest and collarbone, before pausing and looking up at him. Caleb was watching my every move.

"You're so handsome," He gushed, running his fingers through my tousled hair that still resembled how deeply I had been sleeping only moments ago.

"Says you." I returned, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Waffles sound good right now." Caleb answered.

"Then waffles it shall be." I obliged, stealing one last touch of his lips before climbing from the bed.

Clad in just my boxers, I stepped through the apartment until I reached the doorway to the kitchen. Scratching at my head, I went to start on breakfast. Turning the waffle iron on, I let the surface heat up as I made up some waffle mixture ready to pour inside.

"Babe!" I called out to the bedroom.

"Yeah?" I heard Caleb respond.

"Do you want chocolate syrup with your waffles?" I asked, waiting a short time for his answer.

"You know it!" He decided.

I took a spatula and began stirring the mixture in the bowl until it was ready, pouring the contents onto the waffle iron. Just as the timer pinged to say the waffles were ready, I felt a hand meet with my lower back; Caleb's footsteps were silent on the kitchen floor. He kissed at my cheek as I gestured to the breakfast table, taking his plate over to him.

"Enjoy." I commented.

"Looks good." Caleb smiled, looking up to me. "Thanks, Babe."

His hand reached for mine and squeezed appreciatively. "Aren't you eating anything?"

"I will have something once I'm out of the shower." I explained, kissing him briefly goodbye.

Returning ten minutes later freshly out of the shower and dressed for the day, I entered the kitchen to find Caleb glancing over the morning paper that the mailman always left on our doorstep. I took a seat beside him with a bowl of cereal and took a bite. "Anything good?"