BENEATH THE SAME SKY

Chapter 4 - Moments in the dark

Caleb's POV

I can feel the warmth radiating from Carla's body, and it ignites something inside me—a mix of excitement and uncertainty. I never expected the night to lead here, but there’s an undeniable pull between us.

“So, what now?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might break the spell.

I look down at our hands, feeling a rush of heat rise to my cheeks. “I guess we just… see where the night takes us?”

She bites her lip, and my breath catches at the sight. The intensity of her gaze makes my heart race. There’s an electricity in the air that I can’t ignore, and it draws me closer to her. I’m desperate for an escape, even if just for a moment.

As if reading my thoughts, Carla shifts closer, her body brushing against mine. I can feel her warmth enveloping me, and all at once, the weight of my worries dissipates. “You know,” she says softly, “I had a feeling we’d end up here tonight.”

“Yeah?” I reply, intrigued.

“Yeah,” she nods, a playful smile crossing her lips. “You stood up for me at the party. That was kind of… hot.”

I chuckle, my heart pounding. “I just didn’t want you to feel cornered. I hate that kind of thing.”

“Exactly,” she says, leaning in closer, her breath warm against my skin. “And I like a guy who knows how to protect what’s important to him.”

Our gazes lock, and in that moment, the world around us fades away. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator but it feels like all I can hear is the steady beat of my heart.

Without thinking, I lean in, closing the distance between us, and press my lips to hers. The kiss is tentative at first, a gentle exploration that quickly ignites into something more passionate. Her hands find their way to my hair, tugging me closer as I deepen the kiss, losing myself in the taste of her and the intoxicating feeling of her body against mine.

The kiss deepens, each moment fueling the fire between us. It’s like I’m tasting freedom for the first time, forgetting all about the pressures of the outside world.

I pull back, my forehead resting against hers. “What do you want to do?” I ask, my voice low.

“I want you to focus more on less talking,” she whispers.

There’s a rush of heat at her words, and before I can second-guess myself, I nod. “Okay.”

I can’t help but grin at her boldness.

I lead the way, and as we enter the bedroom, the atmosphere shifts. There’s a certain intimacy that settles over us, a silent understanding that whatever happens next is ours to shape. The door closes softly behind us, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted.

Carla looks around, her eyes scanning the fancy room, and I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious about the state of it. It’s a guy’s room—fancy and to say the least, laundry scattered around. But she doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, she looks at me with a mixture of lust and desire.

The next moments are a whirlwind of laughter, teasing touches, and heated kisses. It’s exhilarating, and I can’t remember the last time I felt so alive. She pulls me down onto the bed with her, and as we fall onto the soft sheets, orgasms follow suit as everything fades away.....

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blink awake, stretching and feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. As I turn my head, I catch sight of Carla, still asleep beside me, her hair spilling across the pillow. There’s a peace in the way she looks, and I can’t help but smile at the memories of last night.