Try not to melt into the kiss challenge
Caleb has always been eager to please—only you, though. He loves that adorably determined look you get on your face when you boss him around.
So he doesn't question it when you instruct him to lift his arms above his head and keep them there. Obedient as ever, he follows your command immediately.
He knows you like to play games at his expense, so he waits for the punchline of whatever this is. He's a bit unprepared when you step closer and loop your arms around his neck.
And then your soft lips meet his.
He almost falls for it, arms faltering for just a second before he stiffens like you're his commanding officer about to catch him slacking off.
Your tongue swipes against his bottom lip, and suddenly it's a struggle to keep his breathing measured. His fists clench and unclench, desperate to grab onto you.
But you told him not to move his arms. And oh, he wants to be good for you—if only to prove a point that he's the best pet boyfriend you could ever ask for.
When your jaw tics just the slightest and you huff softly into the kiss, Caleb knows you're getting frustrated. You must have thought he'd have melted by now.
He can't help his lips twitching in a smile against yours. You've always hated when your little games backfire. So he'll help you out. Even if it means disobeying his colonel's direct orders.
His hands finally find their home, and everything clicks into place. Before you can pull away with a victorious grin, he lifts you up, guiding your legs around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom.
He steals more kisses the whole way there. You've given him a taste of how he wants to spend the rest of the day, and now there's no take-backs. You should have known this was the only outcome to your game.
It's only when he gently sets you on the bed that he pulls away.
You're far too cute when you attempt a scolding look (he loves when you put him in his place). It's not convincing at all, because he knows you melt for him just like he does for you.
"Calebbb," you grumble, "you were supposed to keep your arms up."
He chuckles, already knowing that's not really what you needed from him. It's okay if you're confused. He'll help you figure out what you really want.
"Yeah?" He shrugs, pretending he misunderstood your rules. Playing games with you is fun, but his eyes are already locked onto their target. He leans in, lips grazing yours again. "Punish me, then."
